All Good Things Must Come to an End

Break is almost over, and I'm looking forward to getting back to work. I've done a bit of homework, but Latin vocab is still due for the test. Since it's an online quiz, I might get it out of the way tonight, but we'll see. Anyway, now for the events of the past few days.

Thursday: Woke up at 6:00, got at the rink at 6:45, just as they opened. Or didn't open. And didn't open. And didn't open. I waited an hour, and a few others waited for a time, too. Since Wednesday's mix-up had been our fault, this time I was really mad, and was already planning out my letter of complaint. I got home, looked up the rink's website so I could find the manager's name, and found that, when you scroll down a teeny-tiny bit on the front page, there was a big notice: Please note all calendar times become effective Nov. 1st! Here's our Oct. schedule. Drat. My fault again, so no letter of complaint. I was sort of disappointed; I think I really wanted to write one. But it wasn't a huge deal. I went to take care of Mary, and we sang tons of Christmas carols. After I came home, I made some meatloaf so the meat wouldn't go bad, and, in my zeal to avoid over-packing it, I under packed it, and it was rather crumbly. But, since I froze most of it, it all worked out. I grabbed handfuls of meat and packed it together in the bag, making unappetizing meat mounds. But they taste good, so who cares? Mrs. Frazier and I went to University of Idaho for a saxophone/piano concert. I've never been a huge fan of sax, probably because I've never really listened to one, but I enjoyed it. Some of the pieces, though, I did not appreciate, probably because I was never well-trained in cacophony. That night, while reading my Bible, I had a major reading goof. I read Psalm 84, which starts off, "How amiable are thy tabernacles, O LORD of hosts." Well, I read, "How abominable are thy tabernacles -- WHAT?" Oops.

Friday: Slept in! It felt so good. I did some homework, went to the U of I library for some research, and found an article for my paper that should prove very useful. I baked three batches of granola bars, studied more, and that night Mrs. Frazier, Ashley, and I watched the videos of Mrs. Frazier's wedding and her daughter's, since we got on the subject. I locked a few ideas away for future reference.

Saturday: Today was a good day. I slept in a little, did the rest of my biology homework for Monday, then went ice skating for real! Hilary called me and knew she had the schedule right, so we went for about two and a half hours. It felt so good! There was a little Asian girl who was really good. I was surprised at how clear the ice was. Hilary and I spent the time feeling like fools compared to this little girl, but towards the end, we brushed up our technique tolerably well. It was so warm, though! Though the rink has a ceiling, the back end is open to the air, and it was a little melty over there. I had no jacket and a sleeveless shirt, because it was too hot. Afterward, I dropped her off at home, and went to the Salvation Army to do some clothes shopping. I found a pair of Calvin Kline khakis for about $1.75, a nice blouse for $1.75, and a pair of shoes for $1.50, so for a little under $5, I have an entire outfit. Then I went to Walmart to find some pink nail polish to match the shoes (yes, I bought PINK, strappy shoes, with 4" heels. I walked around in the store, and decided I could buy them without dying.), and some isopropyl alcohol for my Lampe. Then I headed to the Goodwill, grabbing a Cherry Coke on the way, and did a little more shopping. I FINALLY found a denim skirt. Goodwill's prices are steeper than Salvation Army's, but for $19.05, I found a denim skirt, and two dresses. One is white with a dark green swirl print, and the other is white, black, and red, and NICE quality. The skirt and nicer dress were on sale for $5 each, and the green dress was about $8. I probably could have gotten a little more off of the nice dress, because right below the zipper was coming unstitched, but I forgot to mention it. I sewed it back, though, so it won't be a problem.

Well, on to laundry and Latin! Hey, this wasn't a million miles long this time. I might get good at this eventually.