I did it 'cause Rachel D did it

http://kevan.org/johari?name=MargaretAnn

http://kevan.org/nohari?name=MargaretAnn

It's not urgent. But I'm curious.

EDIT: I think it's right this time. Maybe.

So creative

To be part of the All Glorified Writing Group recently created, current member number 9, contact me. And it is very nice, may I tell you.

I should be off to bed. We're going Garage Saling tomorrow.

I really, really like to breathe

I think this is a good way to start out explaining why I like cold more than hot. Like Nat, but not so extreme. There have been - frequently enough - time in church when I've felt about to faint. The symptoms are pretty clear: Hot (often a cause, actually), my breath starts going out, weak, and if I stick it out long enough, black dots. That's when I sit down, and it goes away, and often I go get a little water from the drinking fountain, and it's okay. Now, the heat was there before; it might've been what caused it, along with a few things like not having slept a full night's sleep the night before, or even the one before that, and sometimes the wine from communion makes me feel a bit uneven too. I'm not used to being a strong person, so the weakness isn't much, I just lean on the pew a bit more. The black dots aren't alarming any more. They're not really dots, either, just kinda vague spots that I can't focus on that get bigger and connect if I let them. (I dreamt skin cancer was like this once.) But the breathlessness is seriously annoying at least.

People here know I sing. I daresay I sing fairly well, and I really enjoy it. (Really really a lot.) Now when we're getting to the Service of the Sacrament and I can't hold a breath big enough for a phrase, I'm between a rock and a hard place: Either I stop singing, or I sit down. I don't want to do either at that part, which is the most common part for me to feel woozy.

Recently I have been in the position to stick my head halfway out the window while driving, and it was amazing. All that wind going by, so quickly I had to close my eyes for all the watering and plug my ears for fear of a headache (I got a nasty wind headache in Chicago at 2 am once); and I couldn't stop breathing. Not only was it cold, which is when I can really feel the breath in-out-in-out, but it really wanted me to breathe it.

It's late. My vocabulary and spelling are dissolfing (purposeful), so I'm going to bed. Maybe sometime I can talk about another plus to having the window down, aka why I get depressed wearing sunglasses.

extra real post

Our Ju Jutsu* teacher has scary ideas about girls my age, even if they are homeschooled. A classmate asked me if I had contacts, since my eyes are so bad and I have to remove my glasses so often during class, and teacher said, "No, we have to keep her away from the contacts, because once she starts wearing contacts she'll be hanging around with boys, and she'll never be home, and her mom will lose her baby…" They laughed at me when I was skeptical. Really, though, how many boys of the right age do I know in this state? I know if he's not Lutheran I will be tied to a chair until I come to my senses, and that leaves… Ick-ick, and that obviously won't happen. Too many awkward situations to go through.

* Spelling is inconsistent.


(NOTE: Ick-ick is good for a friend.)

I DUSN'T FEL DIFFENT

but i mebbe is


Does this count as a real blog post?

killer bees

Oh yeah, I was in Semland this week for the Organist Workshop, news on that probably not to follow, and next week I'll be at Friendship Camp. (for developmentally disabled adults.) Joy.

So we were painting Nat's room (blue) when I found, written on the wall, in ink, upside down, in my early cursive handwriting, an ancient text:

Nat is stupid
Nat is dumb
Nat is an idiot
Nat can't spell
Nat is an imbecile

*sigh*

Okay, so writing-wise, Paul Dies is better than Bob Dies. "You can see the growth of maturity between them," I think somebody said. Heck, you can see the growth of maturity in my writing in the one book. I mean, come on. In the beginning, things happen to him about twice a sentence. Then at the end, we get a bit of dialogue and rest and it's a different tone. Why didn't I have an editor??

However, it seems the 'randomness', or rather, the inconsistency of BD is what people liked about it. Should I just continue to write like it's 2 AM and/or there are several weeks in between sentences? (Meaning the one is hardly related to its neighbor.) I dunno. I am/was rather prouder of PD than of BD, but now I'm just confused.