Life in Lover’s Lane August 24, 2008
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The last week or so has been so relaxing and crazy at the same time. I generally go through phases of cleaning and trying to get rid of junk – this last wave has lasted as long as I’ve been back. It’s felt so good to throw out clutter and bag clothes to donate. I’ve also been through a bunch of saved odds and ends, so my memory book has gotten some new material. A few programs from 5th grade, snapshots I brought home from Mum’s house, ticket stubs, newspaper clippings tucked away. It’s been an adventure all over again.
As part of my cleansing, I purchased new towels in white and blue, a pillow, locker shelf, and bedsheets in brown and darker blue over at Target. I got away with only spending about $35, but now i’m clean out of cash and have to exchange my blue sheets – I accidentally got a flat one instead of fitted. In other events, there was a welcome home bonfire that basically made my whole summer (thanks Mike), an adventurous gift box that started my whole fall (thanks Casey), and my first trip to the drive in (I’m sorry to who went with me). I guess I’m drive in challenged.
So life is looking good these days, and hopefully my blog will become more interesting with settling in, new experiences, and finally getting my camera to work in the interest of visual aids.
It’s a hard knock life. July 14, 2008
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11 July, Friday, 5:01pm
Mum and I spent the entire day rearranging the flat, clearing out her bedroom, packing Henry’s things for China, washing clothes, and other exciting things. It’s rained very regularly for nearly three days, so the air feels damp from where I sit. In the last week or two, the repairman for our washing machine has been called three times, showed up twice, and actually worked on it once. Sadly, the contraption is still broken. ha. So it’s back to the tried and true ‘wash in the tub, since there’s nothing else we can do’ method. When we are in Cardiff next week, the plumbers from Urban Splash (construction co. that built this place) will come and replace the bedroom carpeting and some of the woodwork, because it’s all quite moldy from where the sink was leaking. This includes Joe-the-cute-plumber-repair-guy, whom I’ve had the pleasure of consorting with all too often and who got semi yelled at by my mother today, because she was upset at our washing-machine-less-damp-and-moldy-state. When did this trip get so complicated? I feel like it’s a circus.
On the ebook front, I have read 6/8 books from the Oz Series. I suppose they are actually children’s books, but I enjoy them as much as someone who is 12, and at least half as much as someone who is 8. Oz is much more wacky and whimsical than what made it into the movie – that’s all I have to say on the matter. I haven’t done too much writing lately and even less art, but hey, new places give new inspiration. We have another day trip planned with Ruth’s family to see a Duke’s house or something, I will be staying in a different country by monday (Cardiff is in Whales I think), and there is bound to be more strange people that i can report. From what i’ve heard, mom rent’s just one room there and shares the kitchen, bathroom, and living room with other people. This is going to be like an episode of Hey Arnold!, except that I’ve promised to keep my Casey shrine private 
(Honestly Helga, the closet is so obvious).
Who knows when this post will make it to cyberspace, but rest assured, I’m ever observing. Stay dry!
