praying for sunny days to return to me......(tomorrow please?)

Later I will write about the Sci-Fi symphony, but I don't have time to describe it all right now. Here's what I've been putting together the last coupla days…sorry there's not much interesting stuff, but for the next two weeks my life is still mostly only golf, then I'll be back!




Friday night we went up to my great-grandma's house in Mountlake Terrace and spent the night, and had Indian food for dinner, which was pretty cool. Then Saturday for WA state history we went to Whidbey Island, which included visiting Ft. Casey, this amazingly cool place where it gets very windy and very rainy and umbrellas have a tendancy of turning inside out when you need them to stay right side in most! The fort is all concrete and built into this hill though, and it's dark and echoey and spooky with stairs that only go to the ceiling and lots of dead ends. oh yeah - and cannons. and a lighthouse that's pretty cool too. then we made the long trek home and had banana splits. and I saw U.S. Marshalls for the first time last night. and Tommy Lee Jones has to be one of the best actors ever!!! he's soooo funny, always...always.

Dickens is the most amazing author ever. yes, even better than Stevenson. I mean, it's all in his characters – a coffin-builder who is extremely cheerful, twin brothers who are even more cheerful and have the name Cheeryble, a loyal devoted heart that has a tendancy to overflow – and turns out to be the son of the man who needed that love most, but found it too late. The humor in the drama. A gang of crooks and thieves who are all cowards in the face of the law, all brave in the face of danger, and can't seem to decide between love/trust and death. An irate aunt who won't forgive her nephew for being born, and certainly not after he has had a brother. a mad clerk with a good heart.

John Browdie

so on Sunday we went to some friends' house from church for lunch, and another family was there too, and we all start going on in this Scottish accent, and Tom is like "I'm from Scotland Yard," and we're all like that's not in Scotland, but it didn't matter. So later on, he's an Egyptian in Soviet Russia from Scotland Yard with a Scottish accent. but somehow it came out sounding exactly like John Browdie.

"I knew thee must not be alloowed to leeve…not wi'out me shakin' ye're 'and an sayin' to thee job weell doon!"

basically.

I went golfing yesterday. yes, really. yes, it was raining. No, it wasn't fun. but it was a match, and I had to. but we won anyway. However, I think I'm on JV again. only scored 4 points. it sucked. but I came home and had hot chocolate with whipped cream. there's just nothing like sipping steaming hot chocolate, nice and creamy, through a layer of cold, sweet cream that leaves a fine film on your upper lip, all snuggled up in a blanked wearing my favorite T-shirt and most comfortable sweats. a cat on each side, and a fire in front, and I'm in heaven!



I found someone to learn Hindi with this year!!! it's amazing – we both want to be missionaries to India, we're both homeschooled, we've been writing to each other for forever (like seven months or something, forever right?) and it just seems sooo perfect. I'm really excited! Now I can't wait for golf season to be over!!




Okay, so I really hated this song the first time I heard it; just didn't grab me really. Now I absolutely love it. It's really all in the lyrics, but it's a beautiful song too once you get used to it's being so quiet. It's called The Roses, by Caedmon's Call

High above the valley of Quito
An old man and his bride grow roses
Red and yellow, white and golden
To him they are precious as children

Their daughter, she moved to America
One more brick in the tower of Babel
She has a son that they've never seen at all
They're praying that they raised her well

And on the mountain high
They will live and die
As time just slips away…
And the children grow
In the God they know
As time just slips away…

A man, his bride, his children, and his roses
Planted in faith, and watered in tears
Honey that's all they have and they're happier here
Than any of our friends back home
They've met Jesus, and they really know him

And on the mountain high
They will live and die
As time just slips away…
And the children grow
In the God they know
As time just slips away…

Now I'm back at home/all alone
And I'm trying to find my thoughts
That old man's so inspiring
But the TV's always on
And the phone it won't stop ringing
And these bills they keep on screaming
To pay for all the things
That we've never really needed

I wonder what he's doing right now
Maybe walking through his simple field, and thinking about how
God has blessed him so
A man, his bride, his children, and his roses

And on the mountain high
They will live and die
As time just slips away…
And the children grow
In the God they know
As time just slips away…
On the mountain high
They will live and die
As time just slips away…
And the children grow
In the God they know
As time just slips away…
Just slips away…

slips away…