Burning a Candle at Both Ends

Pretty busy day today, especially compared to yesterday. All that working (eight days in a row, guh!) caught up with me and even though I woke up around ten in the morning and ate breakfast, I fell asleep after that while listening to Mozart concertos and sitting by the heater in my room. I watched some old home movies of me as a baby and then we went to church. Still, I don’t consider it a wasted day because sometimes it’s good just to have a low-key day. Besides, I went to Brewster’s after with my regular posse (Buzan brothers, my brother and Alexis) and had a grand old time.

Today was Sammy and Matthew’s baptisms so we went to church (late, since we’d heard the sermon already) and saw them. So great! Also today I went to the wedding shower of a girl I knew when I was really young. Really young. Like, I don’t remember anything about her except that I really liked and looked up to her. Things like that seem weird to me. Like, you have this great connection with someone and then it just fades out over the years until all she was, really, is a ghost of my life; a good memory. And age difference seems like so much more when you’re young. In my memory I see her as pretty much an adult. I don’t know how old she is now, but I don’t even think she’s close to thirty. I am probably older now than she was back when I knew her. Do little girls see me like that? Older than I am?

It makes me wonder just how much influence older people had on me in the impressionable ages. A bloody lot, no doubt. I wonder why I love the things I love. I’d bet so much of it could be traced back to all those people. Like, think of it. I love Narnia for example. Who introduced me to Narnia? Jolaine, my most favourite babysitter in my whole universe.

This concludes another session of my musings with no ultimate point.

I saw Brothers Grimm tonight with my own brother and dad and the Buzans. It was pretty good and I liked it but sometimes it seemed a little lacking in flow or transition or something. I don’t know. But it was good.

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