I missed a week. I’m sorry. In the meantime I have been thinking deeply about blog ideas. I thought about writing about going running, about heartsickness, about boldness and hypocrisy, about summer jobs, about Hopkins and Emerson, and about the letter V. So here’s that blog entry:
I’m bad at going running; heartsickness sucks; I am not bold, but I am often a hypocrite; I need a summer job; Hopkins and Emerson are marvelous to read; and the letter V is very passionate.
But the blog entry I’m going to actually write you today goes something like this:
I have a folder on my desktop called “Happy Heart” and it is full of other folders which are full of pictures.
My dad took this in July when he ought to have been packing up the car so he and Mom could leave Brookfield. I had just been a mechanic and gotten the belt back on the mower. Also, don’t you love the lake? I miss it.
I love this person.
This is my backyard–mostly my mom’s garden. It was my desktop for a while.
This is my French professor from last fall and my current Symbolic Logic professor. They’re married to each other, and I’m sure they have no idea I’m in possession of this picture.
This is cool.
These are some of my cousins and me on my grandpa’s eighty-sixth birthday. We ate pie and I like them. This was my desktop for a while too.
I love this person too.
This is my dad and my grammy. I like their faces.
We have Storytime tonight. In Heidi’s room. And it’s gonna be Just. Like. This.