Greeting Fair Followers. ( And you not-so following people who merely read this :) I feel quite glad to be alive tonight. We are packing for our trip, (day after tomorrow) we had a family over and made valentines, and I survived driving down 460 in the dark, and did not kill myself or anyone else. Up till now I had only driven on small country roads and at the fairgrounds in the day. Dad, tonight, had me drive on the biggest road out here, with eighteen-wheelers and all other manner of things, and in the dark. First time on a public road, first time in the dark, and I actually made it home in one piece! Dad said I almost got pulled over by a Sheriff at the fairgrounds. We must have looked suspicious doing figure eights and all in the parking lots! Dad said he was watching us for awhile. Glad I wasn't speeding! :) According to my driving instructor who has raised me since birth (Dad of course) I am doing well driving. I feel a terrible animosity toward our 15 passenger van. And with high winds tonight, all the stories of how easily those things tip flooded my mind. But I am thankful that Dad and I prayed before I started, because I had no real fear. Just ready "Blast this wind!" at the tip of my tongue! :)
Yes, time is dwindling for us leaving for NY!!! We are going to try to do a post up there! Yay! We are all hoping desperately that there will be snow on the ground. Uncle Lon and Aunt Heather say it is barren. What is the North without snow? Shocking! This is entirely off subject, but Anna's goat is most likely pregnant and will kid in about a week or two. I guess, (and this is so strange) but you can't tell truly if they are pregnant or not until a week or so till the baby is born, and then their udder fills up. It seems strangely inefficient, but I am not goat expert, and we have heard this from a reliabe source. Okay. Thanks everyone for your encouraging comments last post! This is a really weird question, but does anyone know how you make one of those quiz things? You know, where you answer questions, and then it tells you which character you are? I thought it would be fun to do one about my book. (And by the way, you who I asked to be test families will be getting your copy around the end of February. I will get right on it after my trip!) Well, this was sort of a post of no-account, but it caught you guys up on our life, and so, all that is left to say is Bon-Voyage! Or, shall I be that charming villain Willoughby, and say with an elaborate bow,
"Let us not say fare-well, but as the French say: `Au Revoir!'"
(I find that man so despicable. How could Marianne be fooled by his outright flattery? Yuck!)
Okay! While on the subject of goodbyes, who can tell me why some famous guy or another said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow!"? It makes no sense to me. Partings are rather bothersome. You are bound to cry yourself, or at least get teary when someone else does, and everyone scrubs at their eyes and makes feeble jokes which everyone else laughs far too heartily at, just because it relieves tension and.... I am beginning to rant so I'd best sign off here! -Rachel
Oh! Don't forget to read the Valentine greetings on the sidebar!
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