I swear they began talking about you

Tonight I had a crafting date with Caylie and Natasha. I spent the entire time transcribing some of my favourite poems into a book where I keep my favourite poems. It was a good time.

They hassled me about not blogging, so I thought I would toss them a bone and share this link: Click here to see the wooden laptop case of your dreams. Seriously.

A favourite poem:

Carry
By Billy Collins

I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.

visit from a friend

My friend Kenton, who I met in Switzerland, came to visit me last week. What I remember most about him at L'Abri is that we always had good laughs together and that he taught me that it is better not to wet your toothbrush before you brush your teeth because it is more effective in cleaning them when you don't. We still have good laughs together, and I still think of him sometimes when I am brushing my teeth. It was fun to see him in his Australian goodness after all this time.

In other news, my Christmas break is drawing to a close. It was filled with family dinners, a baby baptism, a sister being in town, some movie watching, good friends from out of town, and a bit of skating.


But it's not over yet. Taco in a bag party happens tonight.