Saturday, May. 10, 2003

Hello ...

I meant to write an entry yesterday, but then the servers wouldn't let me, so I decided to talk to dodi instead. My minor triumph at volunteering was entertaining Andrew and Austin 'til they fell asleep (which, the nurses told me, was not always easy). I must admit, when Kaleo (the very cool local guy in charge) told me to look after them I thought I would fail miserably. I've never had a little sibling to practice on, so when it comes to smaller sorts of humans (or, as in the case of Andrew, someone who is older but not up to doing much) I am clueless. Besides, I thought to myself, how will I manage to keep them occupied for two hours when there isn't much they could realistically be occupied with at all?

They were both in wheeled beds, varying degrees of pain, and (unlike me) not conversationalists. The rest of the kids were learning the song "Lean on Me" which I barely knew, but after borrowing a copy of the lyrics, started singing to them. I did a few other things too, but mostly they were my audience and I was the diva. *laughs* I couldn't leave Andrew alone for very long, or else he would start to get fussy (his dad had warned me that he wasn't in the best mood), so it worked out perfectly when he fell asleep right before I had to leave. My singing, apparantly, has its uses.

A few hours before, before going to battle with intimidating algebraic concepts, my commander and chief strategist showed me her engagement ring. Oh, my. It was just in a simple gold band, since, she explained, the setting was being custom made and wouldn't be ready til next week .... but, still. Amazingly brilliant. The stone positively glowed. I suppose I was so impressed partly because my mom's never gotten a diamond solitare ring, so I'm not used to such splendor up close, and in a human context. She's incredibly happy, as one would expect ... *sigh* Lucky her. Of course, these thoughts lead to the ones Liz brought up in her entry. Love, marriage and all that assorted whatnot. I would feel more comfortable sharing every single one of my thoughts on those subejcts if they hadn't led to horrible domestic strife several months back. That would make this entry much too long anyway, ya hayati. I have other writing-business to attend to today too. As it is, I will say:

If you haven't found your dodi/Stripling Warrior/beloved darling/etc, no matter how old you are, it's alright to be single. You should be. If on the other hand, you have found and have been found ...

you. should. be. together.

Rose will testify to this as well.

Well, I need to be working, and so,

My Blessing,

Warda

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