20 000 leagues under the sea and counting...

I'm not sure what to write. All I know is that I feel like blogging. It's funny how doing nothing can leave you feeling more drained and exhausted than being active. Today's wind was amazingly refreshing. It was a lovely winter's day-almost warm with a wild wind whipping about. My girls and I gathered up armfuls of leaves, climbed to the balcony and let them fly on the next forceful gust of wind. It works better with roasted peanut skins but the leaves were still effective. I love windy days. Toward midday the wind was gentler and we sat outside on the grass reading til the shadows creeped in and the sun hid behind the trees, making it's way behind the horizon. I finished Eldest [SPOILER] which wasn't so bad-I do love how Murtagh returns- although I'm not a fan of the series I do like his character. Inside for the remaining 2 hours I put together the DVD with the slideshow the girls had made of the past 3 days , laughed at my lil bro's photobooth videos, played piano(It's been less than a year and already my hsc pieces are only fragments of notes in my memory-I can hardly get my fingers to stumble over the opening bars. I want to remember them again) and sprawled myself on a couch as the rain started up. Maybe I'm blogging because I'm alone. As I was giving Molly (our neighbour's dog) some love and one on one time, I realised how much I loved her and how much I wanted a dog or two. (But Dad will never allow it. I have to wait til I move out of home.) She's old and lonely. She cries at night. I wonder if she cries for plato...I talk to her. I tell her stories. I try to sing. I think what I miss most about having a normal functioning voice is the ability to sing. I am not a great singer but I enjoy it. Tonight as I sat with Molly under the veranda protected from the falling night rain I tried to sing 'If you could hie to Kolob' but my voice kept cutting out, going flat and sharp simultaneously as I tried to form the tune from my sick vocal chords. Come back voice. Please come back. I want the rain to continue into tomorrow. I want soccer training to be rained out so I can have friends old and new come over and we can cook and play starwars monopoly and maybe even set the fire alarm off again:) Jac, I wish you weren't in Canberra at the moment. I wish you were here with us. I can't come visit you next wed as I'm babysitting all day again, but maybe the week after. Maybe...Indi how fare you? Eru-I don't know if you even look at our blogs but how are you? How is (M) Gran Gran? I thought it classic that George Lucas wanted to have 'Saucer men' in the latest Indiana Jones title. And how he got Spielberg into the project by changing aliens to interdimensional beings which look like aliens. I also liked how lasting friendships were made through those films, carrying on between actor, director, producer etc. That could be us. I have so much of our film footage on Boris-so much which we haven't watched or edited or used. I think I'll just sort through it in my spare time and turn in into a whole lot of movie trailers which will never be released. Now that the holidaus are over I don't know where that spare time will come from but we'll see. Four hours of train travel 4 days a week may be the way to do it. I love uni but I do not want my holidays to end. There's so much more I wanted to do, to see, to explore. I really wanted to get my SLR camera this break as well. I'd saved the money, read up on dpreview til my brain exploded and thought that when I went into the shops and handled the cameras one would speak to me and I'd know it was the one. So all excited Jac and I and lil bro no.1 piled into Newt listening to Pogo on our way to oggle in camera shops. Instead of enlightenment I left more confused. I want a nice small SLR, good quality, light weight, not ugly and bulky, optical viewfinder, internal automatic focusing motor, pref. live view, SD memory card, 6-10 megapixels, under $1500. I want it to be hardy and light so I can run around on adventures with it either around my neck or in my pocket. If I could mould the Olympus Pen, Nikon D5000, and Olympus E620 I think I'd have the camera I'm after. I like mum's Canon compact camera she lets me run around with but it's not mine. I guess I just have to wait. Do some more research. sigh. As mum says 'You're not marrying the camera' so I guess I'll just have to make compromises. I guess I'm not going to find the perfect camera and will have to learn how to work with its faults-choosing to focus on what it does have rather than what it doesn't. double sigh. Sorry to those reading this-there are no paragraph spaces. It represents more than just a reluctance to use the return key. I feel like reading Charles and Mary Lamb's Shakespeare essays. And that is all I can be bothered to spill out. Fin. I'd also like to apologize to (even though you guys don't even know that this blog exists) Deano, Cougar Muffin warrior and Jazza for not catching up as I said I would. Fin.