break.

I am not blogging for a while...

I'm home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

bye bye.

Today I said goodbye to my dear Katie. Top 3 saddest goodbyes ever.

lonely?

Here is the photo series I worked on with Andre. The tape says "I'm fine." and on the person next it says "Thanks."

We really liked our final product.

pox.

Ken Robin got the chicken pox. poor guy.

It brought back a flood of memories when I had the chicken pox, and my mom taking care of me. I had so much fun counting them with her and taking baths with oatmeal. It was a terrible test of self control, wanting so badly to scratch and itch and itch. I remember wiggling all through my body trying so had not to! I had to wear mittens to bed.

Most tragically, I missed my kindergarden musical, in which I was the star, the blue flower! oh well.

I got them from the Smithwick kids! I strategic play date made by the mothers. So funny.

thanks mama.

Intermission.

I don't know, but I will find a new dance somewhere along the way.

I don't, I don't know, but I will find a dance, somewhere along the way, way, way, way.

Spinning in circles all around you, I got my tangled hair behind me and my arms free to surround you together only, falling into loves imperfection leaving this evening with my heart and both my shoes.

Melancholy moments come, hope will need restored in time.

It doesn't hurt if I am numb.

I point my toes, tilt my head and keep a steady grin, oh if I could only keep a sure and steady balance. As the moon light shows, I will dance alone. As the moon light shows I will dance.

Take my bow.

Tonight I will sing these words with Alida as Hanna dances for the Grand Finale.

i like.

I like writing lists of wonderful things.

the smell of cedar. old chairs. cold pizza. cosy time. lace. presents with bows and for no reason. Indian tea. good books. tile that has real color like deep blue and red. chocolate made by German speakers. berries and grapes. when you can feel the creativity and forward thinking oozing out of someone. a good day dream. when someone gives me their old clothes because they want me to be the one to wear them and like them. turkey turkey. learning a new doodle. pleasant sounding laughter. three year olds. running to somewhere. good sketches. the idea of decorating for a party. a new weird song. patterned skirts, leggings, and pants. accents. daisies, dandelions, and sunflowers. if you are still reading this you are a champ.