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| So, we gave John-David a slightly late 21st birthday party. Matt photographed the event. Here are the photo's he took, well, some of them...  
Zach making tea, or coffee... 
JD's arrival... 
Something was funny... 
Chinese food...
Around the fire...John-David was asked to give a speech...instead, he told the tale of Bubbles the immigrant rabbit now caged by the window... 
I love fireplaces... 
me making some sort of announcement...or maybe I was just getting warm... 
A very long game with, quite unexpected, hilarious results... 
John-David & me 
John-David & Sarah 
other diversions... 
carrot cake & fortune cookies... 
...in bed... 
winding down...
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| So, I couldn't sleep last night...I woke up (quite fully) at 5am. Excellent, you might and I think at 11am, I had time to do something productive...read Candide or the Declaration of Independence...but did I? no. I updated my xanga site...
It snowed nearly, if not an inch last night. I had two snowball fights! I had forgotten what I had been missing. Of course hot cocoa, a comfy couch, and conversation proved to be just as satisfying. Thankfully there is room for both in life...I love snow.
By the way, you are listening to Daylight by Jump, Little Children. | | |
| Soft as the voice of an Angel,
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word.
Wait, till the darkness is over,
Wait, till the tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow
After the shower is gone.
Hope has an anchor so steadfast,
Rends the dark veil for the soul.
Wither the Master has entered,
Robbing the grave of its goal.
Come then O come glad fruition,
Come to my sad weary heart.
Come Thou O blessed hope of glory,
Never O never depart.
If in the dusk of the twilight,
Dim be the region afar,
Will not the deepening darkness
Brighten the glimmering star?
Then, when the night is upon us,
Why should the heart sink away?
When the dark midnight is over
Watch for the breaking of day.
Whispering hope,
Oh, how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart
In all of it's sorrow rejoice.
-Alice Hawthorn
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| I would just like to begin this by saying that I wish the "chocolate" cake in the "great" hall actually contained chocolate...
Now that I have made my negative comment for the day I will move on to the positivities (that is a word, right?), and there are many, all wrapped up in one. I just got back from work/lunch with Charity and Jonathan, hence the chocolate cake comment...enough about that, anyway, from now until eight o'clock tomorrow morning I am free to nap, eat, drink tea, do homework ( i do have a moderate case of homework), watch a film (Charlie Chaplin perhaps), take a walk, jump up and down (if I want to I can, that is the point), listen to The Innocence Mission (I'm already doing that), just sit and think, make my bed (I really should)...I could go on but, I really should...make my bed, or something... | | |
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