louissa sinclair

friends show up in the oddest people sometimes. i’m getting to know a girl a little bit better recently. amazingly enough, we both grew up going to the same church. she and i are both redheads and have come from very different families. the first memory i have of her is her first sunday back from living in (was it Australia?) for a year. this was back when we were wee things wearing dresses with bows and altogether atrocious frills. i was supposed to be the little girl who liked everybody, but for liking everybody, i disliked this girl an awful lot.

through the years i was invited to birthday parties for this certain girl. i would go and spend hours with “tee-heeing” girls. some i would know and others i wouldn’t. another difference between us — she went to public school and i was, obviously, homeschooled.

last year was no different. i recieved an invitation to an overnight party. i went, without the other sister who had also been invited, but with a friend who was already planning on spending the weekend with me. we got there and it was just the two of us, this girl and another from church. we talked on her bed, ate dinner with her parents, gave her our presents (the bag and paper i used were very cute), watched a movie, and talked some more. and i had the best time.

she makes me laugh and i make her laugh. we both love talking and even though i don’t understand what she’s talking about with all her classes and whatnot and she has absolutely no idea of where i’m coming from since my life is spent entirely at home, we get along splendidly and i’m finding that i like this girl very much.

she’ll go away next fall and i’ll stay here (unless something drastic happens fast).

and i wonder why it took me so long to get to know her.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

lots to ponder. lots to keep me busy.

that’s why posts have been few. and this one won’t be much.

that’s why i put these up.

one of the first things i thought about this morning was the many conversations we’d had together concerning the size of my lips. there aren’t many people who can get away with something like this, but he could say anything and i never really cared.

“dude, why is your bottom lip so big and your top lip so small?”
“i don’t know, chris. it just is.”
“but your top lip isn’t even big enough to cover all your gums when you smile.”
“you think i haven’t noticed that?”

my Jesus was amazing tonight. simply amazing. and i kept thinking of this song.

When death, like a gypsy
Comes to steal what I love
I will still look to the heavens
I will still seek Your face

Though the pain is an ocean
Tossing us around, around, around
You have calmed greater waters
Higher mountains have come down

i know i say this lots, buti really do think that he is the cutest.

i’ll be wearing corduroy knickers, a large tunic, vest, sash, and a scarf around my head that makes me look like i should be in a 80’s work-out video. they’ll all look similiar as we run around stage, following my overly-energetic younger brother as he sings, “For I am a pirate king!” two acts later, we’ll have donned our knee-length skirts, army shirts, hats, and will be trying to be very Andrew Sisters-ish as we sing and dance. it’ll be fun (you know you want to be there).

we worked at church this afternoon and evening. as we practiced one song over and over and over and over again i started thinking about musicals. i’ll be seeing the musical that she’s in on saturday. you know, the musical that i could have tried out for. and the musical that i could be performing in right now. in the end, i chose responsibility before even seriously considering the auditions.

for a few minutes this afternoon i was regretting it. i had forgotten how much i love the stage. i love to sing and dance. i love the energy that comes when you step out on a stage and see row after row packed with people. i love the time that you spend with people and the relationships you build.

but you know, in the long run, the musicals i’m in aren’t going to matter all that much. i certainly hope that when i’m seventy and looking back at all i’ve done in my life, i have more to look at than the school musicals i was in.

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oh my. isn’t she just too cute?

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keep the Raymo family in your prayers.

my daddy decided he didn’t want to leave me all alone in the church building tonight. he made himself a cup of tea and sat in his office while i went from one pile to the next upstairs in the costume room. it’s a mess and makes it terribly difficult to find certain items you might be looking for.

i was reminded of how much we’ve given to the costume department. i found…

…my great-aunt’s army coat. it has her name, “Merrick”, on it and some of her pins. i actually didn’t see this until my mumsie pointed it out. i’m rather proud of great-aunt ellie.

…my mumsie’s fuchsia dress she wore when she won some pageant thingy. it’s heavy, beady, and a rather ugly color, but so very fun to wear when playing dress-up. yes, i do know this from experience.

…my sister’s old flower girl dress from an aunt’s wedding. it is pink with a white overlay and perhaps one of the prettiest little dresses i’ve ever worn… even if it was only for play.

…some of my mumsie’s crazy clothing from when she was a teen. in one skirt i found the tag, “Made by Bea Follette.” Bea is my grandma. she made her daughter trendy clothing — how cool is that?

something that wasn’t ours…

…all the disgusting vintage dresses that were so neat i wanted to bring some home for me. but now that i told you, you’d be able to call me out the minute you saw me in a polka-dot or bright red dress.

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America disappoints me over and over when it comes to AI. and i can be upset… after all, i’m a regular voter.

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i wish i took pictures like this. it’d be pretty sweet.

and i could use something like this for my senior page.

i’ve had an aching head for the past four days. to try to relieve the pain i’ve taken naps, pain reliever, and rubbed my head. nothing worked.

today it finally clicked. i hadn’t had my normal cup of coffee every morning. i quickly brewed myself a cup, drank it, and my ache was gone.

i do think i’m addicted.

whenever there is a lapse in my writing, it’s not because i haven’t been doing just that, but it’s that i’m pulling a Joe Fox move.

write. backspace. write. backspace. etc…

it was happening again today and i’m not sure why. perhaps i have that dreadful writer’s block. or i could try to blame it on tiredness (although i just took the most solid nap ever) and a lack of inspiration. but whatever it is, i’m stuck and i’m writing this. i figured i’d let you know that i’m not totally ignoring you. i’ll write again someday.