louissa sinclair

ohmydeargoodness. i think i’m loved by one of the very best.

i didn’t really feel like writing anything real, so little bits from my day will have to do.

as i ran from one place to the next this morning, i carefully pulled my pants up just a bit so that the bottoms didn’t get wet. finishing my final errand at Northern Music, i ran out to the car and managed to run into the biggest puddle on the side of the road. i was very happy with myself.

to show one of my students what i was talking about, i played a few measures of the song. after i finished she looked at me and said, “wow. you play really well.” at least one of my students is impressed with me. we just won’t mention the fact that the song was in a Faber & Faber Level 1 book.

my bank book was updated. add another $100 that i have in my savings account. it makes me feel a bit better about this whole piano thing.

merrick took this picture of me. and because i think he’s the best thing ever i immediately thought of how good it was and maybe he should really persue photography. if this kid tries to do everything we want him to do though - he’ll kill himself by the time he’s 30.

i found out that on saturday my sister and i walked 6.3 miles. we are both happy and then came up with the splendid idea of walking to potsdam next. who in their right mind thinks that something like that sounds fun? i guess we’re a bit strange because we both thought it the best idea ever. if only her legs were shorter. she takes such long strides. : )

mama said that in Pride and Prejudice i’m Jane. darnitall! i don’t want Mr.Bingley - i want Mr.Darcy! perhaps i should try being a bit more rude and clever…

i knew i was exhausted. i knew that i’d been dragging mysef through each day, but didn’t really think about it.

last night i slept from 10:00 - 9:00. i guess i was tired.

and as i said to my mom last night, “being a little girl is so much easier.”

that’s all.

- sleeping in.

- walking and having my sister meet me on her road.

- sitting in ives park and having a quiet time.

- having a friend come a bit early, sit with me, and just talking.

- being talented enough to watch Flight Plan and laugh through most of it.

- watching my dad get in the river on a cold night to baptize some people.

- coming home and watching Whose Line Is It Anyway?

yeah, you should come.

and i don’t want to be mean, but can the casino/poker person stop with the comments?

* i don’t think i’ll be around tonight, but you could still come. : )

i’ve been talking on the phone more than usual lately.

i talked to my sister for 50 minutes tonight.

sometimes i wish that life would just be perfect.

but that’s unrealistic.

and what about heaven?

one of my biggest fears is disappointing those who love me.

sometimes i think too much.

i walk a few times a day.

hmm… i’m not sure that’s normal.

i made muffins for my friend who visited me this morning.

don’t you want to visit me?

that’s the good kind of friend.

and that’s why i’m a horrible friend.

i’m going to see Nickel Creek.

and i need to go to sleep.

goodnight. sleep tight.

i would love to see them live.

i’m sorry. have i been ignoring you?

well, you know me and my packed social schedule… who has time for a blog? : )

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i’m not sure how it happened. but this morning i found myself standing on a green court, racket in hand, swinging at little yellow balls that most dogs use as chew toys. and then after hitting it, i would have to chase after it - it’s such a great game.

you can’t say no when my dad asks you to play though. so i ended up out there and really did enjoy myself. everyone should learn how to play tennis.

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daddy: so are you signed up for the 5 Hour Driving Course?

me: i have to call again and see if they are offering it when i’m not busy.

daddy: no hurry. i hear they offer it to senior citizens.

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you should have been at my house last night. or if you were there, you should’ve stayed longer. just ask “sugah-baby” or “circus gorilla” or “fuzzy.” we had a lovely time eating too many cookies, trying irish jigs, and singing into the piano.

life at my house is never boring.

sometimes i just understand why.

his funeral is today.

Be thou my vision
O Lord of my heart