Salvete!
I have promised several people that I would start a blog, so here it is (hopefully).
I am at last home, after a lovely visit to Maine, where my brother lives. (I shall post pictures soon, including one of the monument to Elenora French, who fell to her death on May 7, 1864, chasing her windblown hat on a Maying expedition). We hiked up Maiden's Cliff (so named after the unfortunate Elenora), looked at lighthouses and threw pebbles into the sea, visited a self-conscious cute little winery (unfortunately, I hadn't brought my ID, so I was unable to celebrate my liberation from the Honor Code), and ate a splendidly messy dinner of fresh lobster and corn-on-the-cob in my brother's little kitchen.
I was unpacking all yesterday, trying to figure out what to do with an extra-long mattress pad, a hotpot, an extra iron, and other sundries that are utterly extraneous now that I will be living at home. In between this entertainment, I was negotiating with my sister for dresser and wall space in the room we must now share again, and printing out listings for various more-or-less unspiring jobs (a dry cleaners that's looking for an accountant, a heating and air conditioning place that wants a secretary, and a few banks seeking tellers).
Well, let us post this and see if it succeeds. I hold my breath and press the "Publish Post" button . . .
I am at last home, after a lovely visit to Maine, where my brother lives. (I shall post pictures soon, including one of the monument to Elenora French, who fell to her death on May 7, 1864, chasing her windblown hat on a Maying expedition). We hiked up Maiden's Cliff (so named after the unfortunate Elenora), looked at lighthouses and threw pebbles into the sea, visited a self-conscious cute little winery (unfortunately, I hadn't brought my ID, so I was unable to celebrate my liberation from the Honor Code), and ate a splendidly messy dinner of fresh lobster and corn-on-the-cob in my brother's little kitchen.
I was unpacking all yesterday, trying to figure out what to do with an extra-long mattress pad, a hotpot, an extra iron, and other sundries that are utterly extraneous now that I will be living at home. In between this entertainment, I was negotiating with my sister for dresser and wall space in the room we must now share again, and printing out listings for various more-or-less unspiring jobs (a dry cleaners that's looking for an accountant, a heating and air conditioning place that wants a secretary, and a few banks seeking tellers).
Well, let us post this and see if it succeeds. I hold my breath and press the "Publish Post" button . . .
posted by Deborah | 12:30 PM
1 Comments:
You succeeded! You have a blog! :D
Those jobs sound uninspiring indeed. But think of it this way - your creative energy will have to go somewhere! Thus, you will obviously be writing more stories. :) That's what I get to do this summer. I am writing stories for credit! How amazing is that?
Of course, that means I should probably start writing. I've had a week off now to refuel with fiction. It's probably time to start going on summer.
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