10 May 2001
Last year: In fact, I think the word we're looking for here is chilling.
One of the first things I can remember is my mother singing to me. When I was little my mom sang a lot. She's not very good, but what do little kids know? I can remember sitting on the swing in the backyard or in the sandbox my dad had built for us and watching Mom work in the garden, singing. Together we made up endless verses of "Hush Little Baby" and "Froggy Went A' Courtin'" I can remember hot summer days trying to understand the words to "Waltzing Matilda" so I could sing along. (I never did get it, quite.)
I don't know why I was thinking about that this morning, but I was. So that's what you get from me.
I don't know. It seems just lately like I've got less and less to say in the mornings. Is it because I'm not doing much that's worth talking about? Or that it's all been said before?
Sometimes I think about taking a break for a while. But I wonder - if I did would I ever pick it back up again? I'm not very good at re-starting stalled projects.
I don't know. I'm thinking about it. I'll let you know what I decide.
In the meantime, I've got a dentist appointment this afternoon, and quite a bit of work to do before that. If I update later, the notify list will be, um... notified.
Word of the Day:
acceptation - acceptance; the generally accepted meaning or understanding
Currently Reading:
- nothing
Current Projects:
- garden