Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Pictures
I did take pictures and linked them in my blog. I'll attempt to post them here as well (though it seems no one is reading this blog). These are before I sent the journal to Paula****CV
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
On the pony
The journal is off again. I haven't posted pics (though I do have them) as I do not know if I really need to load the camera software or if iphoto will be enough. Once I figure it out I'll post them. ***CV
Monday, June 30, 2008
we have contact
Ring and I'm off my chair and leaving the room
Ring I'm in the first hallway
Ring passing through the first door
Ring at the front door and - no one's there?
So I leave the house saying "Hello?" There, at the end of my walkway, is the mailman just getting ready to leave a pink note.
sigh
But I got it. The journal has arrived.
Ring I'm in the first hallway
Ring passing through the first door
Ring at the front door and - no one's there?
So I leave the house saying "Hello?" There, at the end of my walkway, is the mailman just getting ready to leave a pink note.
sigh
But I got it. The journal has arrived.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Waiting at the Station
Rainen sent me the journal and I received a parcel notice from the post office the other day. I'm still waiting for them to redeliver. **CV
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The First Step
Winging its way from snowy West Virginia....*
It's on its way to teabird! Let us know when you get it!
It was difficult, as I was writing, not to think of the people who would be reading the entry. When I write in my journal, my tone is much different than when I am writing for other people to read. I tend to wax pompous and dictatorial when I'm writing for other people, and that is because I tend to believe that I have fonts of marvelous information that everyone else MUST know.
I kept telling myself, write like you always do. Just write normally. Don't wig out.
I've tucked a postcard into the back of the notebook, a postcard that I first bought in Ithaca, NY, for a few cents. It's not old and it doesn't have anything paticularly fabulous about it, but it is important to me, for reasons even I don't know.
*Please, when the journal reaches you, let us know where you are (generally) so we have a vague idea of where it is going!
It's on its way to teabird! Let us know when you get it!
It was difficult, as I was writing, not to think of the people who would be reading the entry. When I write in my journal, my tone is much different than when I am writing for other people to read. I tend to wax pompous and dictatorial when I'm writing for other people, and that is because I tend to believe that I have fonts of marvelous information that everyone else MUST know.
I kept telling myself, write like you always do. Just write normally. Don't wig out.
I've tucked a postcard into the back of the notebook, a postcard that I first bought in Ithaca, NY, for a few cents. It's not old and it doesn't have anything paticularly fabulous about it, but it is important to me, for reasons even I don't know.
*Please, when the journal reaches you, let us know where you are (generally) so we have a vague idea of where it is going!
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