the big day is here. she’ll be playing this morning.

sweet. listen to her interview on NPR here.

the moon and stars were hiding behind the thick clouds and we stumbled along with only man-made technology to help us. for the eighteen people that were with us, we had one flashlight and a few cell phones to light the path that we were to follow. into the woods…

a few were expecting to make a fire in someone’s backyard. we had gone to the bowling alley only to find a nice note left for us. closed for memorial day. we had to do something. a friend was up for the weekend and wanted to spend as much time with us as he could. he mentioned a fire and we all quickly left the parking lot with instructions to all meet back up in twenty-five minutes. once back together again, hoodies were borrowed, sneakers for myself, and bathrooms used since it was clear we weren’t staying in sight of any houses. we just didn’t know what exactly we were getting into.

four people in flip-flops. one in dress shoes. one in a skirt. all of us in relatively nice clothes. we found ourselves playing follow the leader as we went from one back road to the next. i didn’t notice most of that since i found myself in a minivan with a certain friend i like so much and we talked the whole time. one car after another pulled up, everyone getting out and saying, “where are we?!” we didn’t really get an answer. i still don’t know if we were in the colton area or the parishville area.

we had been told we’d have to walk a bit, but what we didn’t know was that really, we’d have to hike up an old ski slope. we did make the whole trek up and found ourselves at the top of the hill. someone remarked on the view it probably would be. unfortunately, since this did happen to be late at night, we couldn’t really see the view. so much for that.

with an ax in hand, a few of the guys went into the caterpillar infested woods to get some lumber for our fire. through most of this i kept thinking, is this for real? there they were cutting down trees for us to use in our fire. it was as if we had just stepped back in time. well, i guess the cell phone calls that were made and the iPod that was pulled out to watch bits of a show made us remember that we really did live in the twenty-first century.

it was a crazy night. a crazy fun night at that. we roasted marshmellows and we enjoyed our time of talking and laughing.

but as they say, all good things must come to an end. and our evening in the-middle-of-no-where eventually did come to an end. we put out our fire and started to make our way down again.

my sister and i were two of the girls who went. she was the one in a skirt and flip-flops. we are two who like the city. we like to wear heels, make-up, and go to coffee shops. we both sat around the fire and came away smelling like smoke. we both laughed and made our way up and down. and after we both said that it was so much fun.

we then had the drive home…

“once i got past the shock it wasn’t too bad.”
“i feel like i have bugs all over me.”
“it was like a real hike.”
“i know. there was like rocks and everything.”
“it was an adventure guys.”
“oh my goodness! they’re on me! get the caterpillars off me!”

it was an enjoyable experience. you know, the kind of experience that one remembers for quite awhile.

my mumsie said i should post this picture. proof that i’ve always loved things pink and girly.

“tea time” with the little sinclair girls. and of course, because we were so old at that point, we actually had real tea and cookies. so much more fun than using the pretend stuff all the time.

like the “back in the day” photo? check more out here.

unlike some of you, i came to a certain conclusion a long time ago. and it’s this: i’m not perfect. i know, it’s hard to really see but i’m not. i don’t always do the right thing, i say things at times that i shouldn’t, and Lord knows that i don’t think perfect things. really, i’m not better than any of you. disappointing, isn’t it?

here’s one of my major flaws: i emotionally respond to things. my poor mumsie usually takes the brunt of this since she’s the one constantly telling me when things change, aren’t going to work out, or that she signed me up to do something again. and then as quickly as the bad response i get over it and am fine. so frustrating.

my back is pink. i spent some time gardening this afternoon. that means that i was actually outside for longer than a quick walk. it was lovely.

we had a wooden box. a rather large box that was the toy-box for a bit of time. it then held the dress-up clothes. i was a girl and liked to wear the skirts, pretty blouses (in other words, beady and fake silk shirts), the shawls with fringe, and all the jewelry we kept in that special box. there were times when mumsie let us wear her dresses from her pageant days and the tiara she won in one. one afternoon her wedding dress was pulled out and i was able to try it on. i loved that.

i like pretty things. i like pink dresses for little girls. i like delicate jewelry and strappy shoes. i like make-up, nail polish, and having my hair done. i liked wearing my mumsie’s dresses. i like being called “Princess.” i like feeling like a princess.

you call me spoiled. or if you don’t call me that you at least think that. it’s okay. i know i am. my parents spoil all their kiddies a ridiculous amount. and that’s just fine by me. especially when i’m handed a package and open it to find this dress inside. quite lovely. hopefully i’ll do it justice.

is it perfectly horrible that i’m showing it to you in advance? i was going to wait until it was that evening and i was all made up… but i’m just not patient enough.

“Pride has to come before a fall, and that’s the law of nature; you’ve got your fall, and now you’ve got to be brave and get up again.”

– Ballet Shoes

she said to write about the “nothing much” that i love so much. she said to read her books and then pick up my pen and write. she said to take years if need be. in the few months that have passed i’ve read one of the three books. i haven’t yet attempted to produce anything good. is the inspiration there? of course. i find my life so very interesting.

i’m going to bed though. nothing great tonight. these lines say it all. i just have to figure out what the top of the world means to me.

I don’t have to answer any of these questions
Wanna grab a hold of that little song bird
Take her for a ride to the top of the world right now

…i smelled the greeness of everything as i drove through town today. well, it was more outside of town that i smelled that particular smell. the rest of the time i smelled french-fries, exhuast, and just town. it was lovely.

…did you notice our first summer storm? i love the thunder, the dark clouds, and the pouring rain. that is, i love it when i can remain indoors and don’t go out at all. oh, and after i’ve enjoyed a bit of the outdoors.

…i had to delete 243 spam comments today. 243. yeah, i know. crazy.

…i came home today to find a friend at my house. we sat on the porch for a bit talking. ’twas fun. if you want to be friends, drop by at some point and sit on the porch with me. i’ll love that more than anything. oh, you can also buy me anything from this vera bradley line. i will definitely love you then.

…clothing has been ironed for tomorrow. the last load of laundry has been put in the wash. the kitchen has been cleaned. CSI has been turned on and i’m thinking some ice cream would end my evening quite nicely.

“Do you understand that the world does not revolve around you and your do whatever it takes, ruin as many people’s lives, so long as you can make a name for yourself as an investigatory journalist, no matter how many friends you lose or people you leave dead and bloodied along the way, just so long so you can make a name for yourself as an investigatory journalist, no matter how many friends you lose or people you leave dead and bloodied and dying along the way?”

my sister will be playing her guitar tomorrow night. you know, the sister that had an article about herself in the Watertown Daily Times last week. the one who writes amazing music and tends to “wow” everyone around her. the one who will be going to an international guitar competition at the end of this month in Malibu, California. yeah, that one. and i guess she’s prepping for that big competition.

anyways. tomorrow night. 7:30. presbyterian church (Sinclair wedding church) in potsdam. be there to hear some amazing music (will be classical).

oh, i just had to post these. my family is amazing at doing Hankies faces.