Of cabbages and kings
Dec. 26th, 2002 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
framlingemHaving realised I hadn't written a decent poem in a while - I have written poetry, long angsty cathartic reams of the stuff, but that's not fit to inflict upon people - I ended up writing one completely by accident. I love it when that happens.
There are Things
So suddenly unexpectedly beautiful
Turning a corner
To hear someone singing
Christmas lights covered in snow
That fell quietly during the night
Rabbit footprints
Shadowed purple and blue
The laugh that comes
From something marvelous
You catch them
On the edges of your world-
Turn and they’re gone
(but silver still).
Christmas here has been rather wonderful so far. The rest of the family is at a party thing tonight, but we had one here yesterday, and, much as I love them, they wear me out and I eat too much.
One of my friends got exactly the same present as I did! Can you say coinkydink?
Finally got tired enough of having all of my 'useless but so cool I need to keep them don't make me throw them out' (yes, I'm a packrat. Not a materialist by any means - I'm not bothered about obtaining a lot of things, I just like KEEPING them once I have them. Over eighteen years, I've accumulated a lot.) stuff in cardboard moving boxes in my room. I dragged this really cool vintage trunk thing that my mother used while she was at boarding school up from the basement. It's blue material stuff over wood, and all the fittings are brass. It looks beautiful in my blue and yellow room (if somewhat scruffy - I need to find out how to polish tarnished brass), and houses my stuff perfectly, instead of sitting empty and lonesome in the basement!
I think I'm watching far too much 'Trading Spaces'. I used the term 'vintage chic' while arguing the logic of all this to my mother. Oh, dear.
I leave for Britain on Monday! A week in Yorkshire with Grandma, Auntie Alison, Uncle Mark, and my cousins Kate (who is seven and three-quarters, and has no teeth right now) and Matthew (who turned one yesterday, and is a golden-haired cherub with dimples and a huge grin, and is apparently very good natured even when teething), whom I haven't seen since Kate was six and Matthew was still being called 'the bump' - and then it's off to London for a week of exploring by myself. The nice folk at <ahref="http://www.paxlodge.org//">Pax Lodge are agreeing to let me have a bed and breakfast for an (extremely) reasonable 13 pounds a night - that's thirty Canadian dollars, and about twenty American ones. We're talking downtown London, here. Wow. Girl Guides RULES!
Started filling out MUN applications today. Even if they don't accept me the first time round, I'm moving out there in the fall, because there is no way I'm driving three days to Newfoundland in January. (on the other hand, I'm applying to UNBC too - and that's an even longer drive). The plan is to take a couple of weeks to get there, sleep in the car when possible, and see Canada. The journey's every bit as important as the destination, and there's so many things to see between here and there.
Happy St. Stephen's Day!
There are Things
So suddenly unexpectedly beautiful
Turning a corner
To hear someone singing
Christmas lights covered in snow
That fell quietly during the night
Rabbit footprints
Shadowed purple and blue
The laugh that comes
From something marvelous
You catch them
On the edges of your world-
Turn and they’re gone
(but silver still).
Christmas here has been rather wonderful so far. The rest of the family is at a party thing tonight, but we had one here yesterday, and, much as I love them, they wear me out and I eat too much.
One of my friends got exactly the same present as I did! Can you say coinkydink?
Finally got tired enough of having all of my 'useless but so cool I need to keep them don't make me throw them out' (yes, I'm a packrat. Not a materialist by any means - I'm not bothered about obtaining a lot of things, I just like KEEPING them once I have them. Over eighteen years, I've accumulated a lot.) stuff in cardboard moving boxes in my room. I dragged this really cool vintage trunk thing that my mother used while she was at boarding school up from the basement. It's blue material stuff over wood, and all the fittings are brass. It looks beautiful in my blue and yellow room (if somewhat scruffy - I need to find out how to polish tarnished brass), and houses my stuff perfectly, instead of sitting empty and lonesome in the basement!
I think I'm watching far too much 'Trading Spaces'. I used the term 'vintage chic' while arguing the logic of all this to my mother. Oh, dear.
I leave for Britain on Monday! A week in Yorkshire with Grandma, Auntie Alison, Uncle Mark, and my cousins Kate (who is seven and three-quarters, and has no teeth right now) and Matthew (who turned one yesterday, and is a golden-haired cherub with dimples and a huge grin, and is apparently very good natured even when teething), whom I haven't seen since Kate was six and Matthew was still being called 'the bump' - and then it's off to London for a week of exploring by myself. The nice folk at <ahref="http://www.paxlodge.org//">Pax Lodge are agreeing to let me have a bed and breakfast for an (extremely) reasonable 13 pounds a night - that's thirty Canadian dollars, and about twenty American ones. We're talking downtown London, here. Wow. Girl Guides RULES!
Started filling out MUN applications today. Even if they don't accept me the first time round, I'm moving out there in the fall, because there is no way I'm driving three days to Newfoundland in January. (on the other hand, I'm applying to UNBC too - and that's an even longer drive). The plan is to take a couple of weeks to get there, sleep in the car when possible, and see Canada. The journey's every bit as important as the destination, and there's so many things to see between here and there.
Happy St. Stephen's Day!
Can you say Pump up the volume?
My Mom: So, Emily has no clue about the gift?
Your Mom: Not at all, what about Ariel?
My Dad: No, she is expecting a gift certificate.
Your Dad: Emily is expecting socks, she will get some but she is only expecting that.
My Mom: The funniest thing is that they have no idea we know each other!
Your Mom: Yeah, that would freak them out.
My Mom: Especialy that the only thing I am able to say in English is Yes, No and toaster...
Ariel
Re: Can you say Pump up the volume?
Date: 2002-12-28 05:29 pm (UTC):)
This made me laugh!
(And I was expecting it... Dad left the receipt on the table a few weeks ago!)