I am sitting here in a black dress and modest heels and hair down - for once - and absolutely no make-up (I happen to hate wearing make-up, so I don't even bother). I am ready to perform with little Willie at my side.
~Emily
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
A Book, And Things Going On
Yesterday, I finished reading Pamela Lowell's "Returnable Girl". It was absolutely perfect - just so amazingly, fantastically wonderful, and it has become one of my comfort books - a book whose characters I think of when I'm hurting for whatever reason.
Sunday is normally my day off, a day when I wake up with nothing scheduled for the rest of the day. Tomorrow, however, is the local talent show. I wasn't planning on participating, but Will wanted me to sing "Give My Regards to Broadway" with him, and we've really had a lot of fun.
We are getting a snowstorm on Monday. Groooaaan ...
Yesterday was almost sixty degrees F. How much longer are we Rhode Islanders supposed to get jerked around?
I'll try and stay alive with some tea and ... some tea. Oh, plus, maybe, a new book to read.
~Emily
Sunday is normally my day off, a day when I wake up with nothing scheduled for the rest of the day. Tomorrow, however, is the local talent show. I wasn't planning on participating, but Will wanted me to sing "Give My Regards to Broadway" with him, and we've really had a lot of fun.
We are getting a snowstorm on Monday. Groooaaan ...
Yesterday was almost sixty degrees F. How much longer are we Rhode Islanders supposed to get jerked around?
I'll try and stay alive with some tea and ... some tea. Oh, plus, maybe, a new book to read.
~Emily
Monday, February 23, 2009
Monday
My day is done. I like the end of a day. I also like Sunday, when I can be spontaneous - when I wake up in the morning with no idea what I will end up doing.
It is good to be busy, though. I haven't been bored in a good long while and I like things this way.
So I just finished up a day that started with storytime at the library and ended with Chinese lesson with my tutor (such fun), with rehearsal with William for the local variety talent show and babysitting in between. I'm pretty much ready to sleep. The only problem is, of course, that once I get into bed, I'm pretty much free to travel the world and I need to be doing something other than lying with my eyes closed.
I think I'm starting to sound a little wacky. Should I post this?
Oh, why not?
Good-night from Rhode Island.
~Emily
P.S. I wonder how many other bloggers aren't blogging about the Oscars?
It is good to be busy, though. I haven't been bored in a good long while and I like things this way.
So I just finished up a day that started with storytime at the library and ended with Chinese lesson with my tutor (such fun), with rehearsal with William for the local variety talent show and babysitting in between. I'm pretty much ready to sleep. The only problem is, of course, that once I get into bed, I'm pretty much free to travel the world and I need to be doing something other than lying with my eyes closed.
I think I'm starting to sound a little wacky. Should I post this?
Oh, why not?
Good-night from Rhode Island.
~Emily
P.S. I wonder how many other bloggers aren't blogging about the Oscars?
Friday, February 20, 2009
Happy Kurt Cobain's Birthday
'Tis Kurt Cobain's birthday, it is, and Jack, the great rock n' roller/grunger of the family who loves Nirvana to pieces and is probably going to be the next Stephen Tyler (if he keeps growing his hair), wanted to celebrate.
"Let's make cupcakes," said my mother.
Sure sounded great to me. But no ...
Fourteen-year-old Benjamin ended up baking three cakes: two chocolate cakes because we had extra batter, and a Tollhouse cookie cake (we just call it Cookie Cake) for Will because that's the only kind of cake William likes and no one wanted him to feel left out. Benjamin used cake gel to write "In Loving Memory of Kurt Cobain - 1967-1994" on one cake and to draw a weasel on the other. (He has a thing for drawing weasels; this has nothing to do with Cobain.)
I might have pictures soon,.
Happy Kurt Cobain's birthday.
~Emily
"Let's make cupcakes," said my mother.
Sure sounded great to me. But no ...
Fourteen-year-old Benjamin ended up baking three cakes: two chocolate cakes because we had extra batter, and a Tollhouse cookie cake (we just call it Cookie Cake) for Will because that's the only kind of cake William likes and no one wanted him to feel left out. Benjamin used cake gel to write "In Loving Memory of Kurt Cobain - 1967-1994" on one cake and to draw a weasel on the other. (He has a thing for drawing weasels; this has nothing to do with Cobain.)
I might have pictures soon,.
Happy Kurt Cobain's birthday.
~Emily
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The Feeling of a Summer Storm, and a Link to Don-Tay
The sky is purplish with and the air is cool.
It actually feels like there is a summer storm stirring up.
I am so ready to fall asleep. I think I've caught what all three of my brothers had in the last week - I feel feverish even though I don't actually have a fever (yet).
I also felt like I should put this up, just in case: http://www.adoptionri.org/photolisting.html.
~Emily
It actually feels like there is a summer storm stirring up.
I am so ready to fall asleep. I think I've caught what all three of my brothers had in the last week - I feel feverish even though I don't actually have a fever (yet).
I also felt like I should put this up, just in case: http://www.adoptionri.org/photolisting.html.
~Emily
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
A Taste of the Freedom of Springtime
I took off my sweatshirt today!
And wore just my t-shirt!
And took a walk in the woods and got lost and talked myself back to the path I had taken and danced all the way home because it's such a beautiful day and I could almost cry and William and Ben and Jack are all playing baseball and so why I am not playing with them?
(Is it my imagination, or do I sound a little like Junie B. Jones? Possibly too much reading time with Will, but I say, so what.)
~Emily
And wore just my t-shirt!
And took a walk in the woods and got lost and talked myself back to the path I had taken and danced all the way home because it's such a beautiful day and I could almost cry and William and Ben and Jack are all playing baseball and so why I am not playing with them?
(Is it my imagination, or do I sound a little like Junie B. Jones? Possibly too much reading time with Will, but I say, so what.)
~Emily
Monday, February 9, 2009
A Natural High
I spoke Chinese with a couple of small children tonight - a two-year-old and his jiejie, older sister (who is four). The children can actually speak English but are partial to their mother's native tongue. Rarely does anything bring me to feel so joyful - I think I am glowing.
I have discovered in the past year that there are two ways for me to acheive a natural high: one, exercise; and two, having a conversation with someone in another language.
~Emily
I have discovered in the past year that there are two ways for me to acheive a natural high: one, exercise; and two, having a conversation with someone in another language.
~Emily
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