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I don’t know what to write but I’m writing anyway

Yep. So that’s that. I could write about the TV show I’m watching, but I don’t want to. Suffice it to say that reality shows are fun in the summer. I could talk about how summer is ending, and I suppose in celebration of that I could talk about how I’m wearing–no, I refuse to talk about clothes again. Yellow is a happy color.

I finished a book, you may have heard of it. Howl’s Moving Castle. It is exactly what I want in a romance book. On one hand, you have Twilight romance, where it’s true love, etc. Then you have Sophie and Howl, an old lady and a strange wizard (idiosyncratic, maybe). Ah. No kissing. A lot of fighting. Etc. My sort of romance. And, by the way, I do consider the book a romance. It isn’t an adventure or a journey story–they don’t really leave the castle. It’s a romance and a character story.

By the way, I just realized that when I write without an automatic spell check, I avoid using words I don’t know how to spell.

Okay. I have to work at seven in the morning tomorrow. I have two more days of work and then school starts. Ah! School!

Lovely. By the way, earlier today, I was watching TV (I watched Little House of the Praire, where Adam got his eyesight back. Good episode. But this was after that.) and Liz was folding laundry and she finished and we needed to take it down to our room. So we waited until commercial break and then, GO! I hopped off the couch, ran across the room, grabbed the clothes that were on the hangers, and started running down stairs, yelling, “Run! Go!” Liz calmly starts picking up clothes and puts them in a basket to take downstairs. I’m running down the stairs and suddenly part of the cothes go flying out of my grasp. “They dropped! They dropped!” I yell, and I’m trying to pick up the clothes, but this one shirt is falling off the hanger and I twist the hanger around trying to get the shirt back on somehow and I’m still yelling, “They dropped!” Liz calmly walks to the stairs and I collapse as I can’t manage to pick up the dropped clothes and keep running down the stairs at the same time and start laughing and crying.

As you can see, I am a little crazy sometimes. Too much emotional energy all at once.

0 thoughts on “I don’t know what to write but I’m writing anyway

  1. Really? I thought Howl’s Moving Castle (the book) was mediocre at best. I could see how it had the potential to be a really cute love story, but it just wasn’t all that well-written.

    I’m watching the anime tomorrow, so we’ll see if it’s as good as the hype makes it out to be.

  2. I really loved reading Howl’s Moving Castle (and I loved the anime, too, although they seemed like two different stories… but somehow related, very distantly 🙂 And you remind me of when I’m watching something.. then the commercial is on.. then I do whatever I have to do for two-three mins. and then I race back to the seat. Not weird. Just instinct 😉

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