And then, there were none.

September- busy.
October- busy.
November- looks about the same.
December- maybe I'll give up sleeping?


On a different note,
I think I need a hug.
Or several.






fin.
eliz

excuse me, i've changed my mind.

happy august.

and july.


my summer holiday is over,
and it went
a touch
too quickly.

a summary:
well dog: check
birthday: check
birthday cake: check
working: check
brother visit: check
more baking: check
organization: check
and so on and so forth: check

hmmmm, yes.

so, with macbook and ipod
and far too many things,
the journey to school begins.

i miss the water already.
the lake in indiana
doesn't quite cut it
compared to the gulf.


















so basically.
it's time to go.

fin.
eliz

A Gregory Peckish crumpled look for the summer.

Hmmm, so where did June, and for that matter May, go?

A Recapitulation:
May:
Finals. Check.
Car accident. Check.
Extra time to wait in Indiana. Check.
Drive home. Check.
Car repairs. Check.
Summer employment. Check.

June:
Summer employment. Check.
Unpacking. Check.
YWCA in the mornings. Check.
Copious amounts of cooking. Check check.
GRE preparation. Check.
Sick dog. Check.
Well dog. Question mark.

And that is where July begins.



fin.
eliz

so please be kind if I'm a mess.

"April 26

Sometimes
when you are trying
not to think about something
it keeps popping back
into your head
you can't help it
you think about it
and
think about it
and
think about it
until your brain
feels like
a squashed pea."
-Love that Dog

so, basically.
even though sixty days have passed,
my brain still feels
very much like
a squashed pea.





fin.
eliz

Guatemala has a lot to say.

"As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer's long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn't touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn't stop.

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things it can kill. My body understood there was no safe place for me to be."

-The Poisonwood Bible




fin.
eliz

In search of the perfect loaf of freshly baked bread

I've been busy.



















fin.
eliz

I've decided. I'm tired of fighting for my seat in the lifeboat.

"Scripture says the nature of sin is deceptive, so deceptive that a person's mind can be carried away, and he will have no idea he has become something arrogant and proud and offensive until one of his friends slaps him on the back of the head."
-Donald Miller

sometimes, i feel like
i need to
slap people i know
on the back of the head.

maybe then they would
see the problem that exists with
cliques and exclusivity
in a certain open and inclusive organization.

then again,
probably not.




on a different note,
as the aeroplane pressed onward
toward houston
at 7:05 am
(thus signifying
the
official end
of my winter holiday)

i was witness to
a breathtaking sunrise
over the
gulf of mexico
from 30,000 feet.

it was, for
lack of a better word,
extraordinary.


it helped make the transition
back to school
a fraction
more
bearable.

fin.
eliz

Warriors don't cry.

What what? Two posts in a day.
Shear madness I tell you!
(not, shear rate or shear stress. . .
although,
I have had
plenty
of shear stress today.
I will sum up.)

Shear Stress factors:
-less than three hours of sleep
-almost oversleeping
-twenty minutes at aeroport security
(I guess I'm just suspicious)
-one delayed, then late flight, which caused. . ..
-a missed connection
-being given tickets for a flight tomorrow because. . .
(What were they thinking?? Especially since they wouldn't provide lodging for the night. After sleeping basically one of the past three nights, this was not well received.)
-the only 3 remaining flights home were oversold times ten to the sideways eight
-dealing with very very, very, very rude gate agents
(They blamed me for the weather and missing the connection. .. .when they knew before we left on the first flight that we couldn't possibly ever make the connection on time. They sat on a throne of lies. Hmph.)
-some angry phone calls from home to the airlines
-miraculously getting onto aforementioned flight, hmmmm.

Sum = I'm home. Finally.

And all in one piece.

Minus my belongings
save for the clothes
I'm wearing
and the contents of
my carry-on bag.

I do hope they find my luggage.

fin.
eliz

Where the sidewalk ends.

Tomorrow, well, today, I'm leaving for home.
There are no words to describe how happy I am.


The week in numbers:
finals completed: 5
projects completed: 2
consecutive hours working on project: 2pm - 10am the next day, roughly.
most consecutive hours awake: 39
naps taken during consecutive awake time: 0
hours until leaving for the aeroport: 3.5

My bags are packed.

fin.
eliz

Felted hats and wool walking coats.

Guatemala squared!