oh! what marvellous things
Jun. 16th, 2009 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ontologyTomorrow seems to be my birthday, oddly enough. I was hoping to discover something Fantastic to do as celebration -- last year I explored Pittsburgh and strange places full of bits of houses with Mrs Nielson, Victoria, and Hannah; the year before, when my birthday fell on Father's Day, Dad and I spent the afternoon at the Carnegie Museum of Art, also in Pittsburgh. The year before that was The Year From Hell and doesn't really count, although lots of nice things happened for part of it. My fifteenth birthday I remember as sort of weirdly magical for no particular reason; Kyra sent me albums by Eisley and October Project and I got Solas' then-latest from Dad, and wandered about barefoot in a long skirt in our wooded back-yard listening to them, and there was a splendid misty rain, and come to think of it I don't remember anything else that happened that day; just that it was quietly beautiful in all of the right simple ways. (Well, and then that weekend Dad and I drove to the nearest large town to spend the afternoon wandering around a large bookstore and having Starbucks and Panera and listening to music and having good conversation.)
As the day has continued to approach and no brilliant ideas have come forth, I have decided to try to spend the day quietly and magically as I did for my fifteenth: reading, picnicking under the backyard apple tree, lighting candles, sitting in the book closet, perhaps putting candles into glass jars and hanging them on things if I can find any. I am also thinking a quiet tea in a week or two for those of my compatriots as still remain in this town. (If only you could all come! It would be marvellous! Of course this town isn't very marvellous, but we'd picnick, and I'd take you up to the hill, and we'd dance round the glade in a ring like fairies and sing old songs and watch the stars come out; and I'd bake you delicious things, and we'd go to Hockman's for delicious homemade sweets.)
Anyway, today I've been cleaning, because my bedroom likes to be clean on holidays, especially beginningsy ones like birthdays and new years. I've vacuumed and everything -- and when I say vacuumed I mean I also vacuumed my desk and the top of my dresser which were atrocious and have been for some time. Having my desk all tidy and my dresser actually look-at-able again is quite nice, I must say. Want to go hunt down some used tea cannisters to put my makeup things in, though (Mum says she sees them at Goodwill fairly often), and something to hang my necklaces on so I don't have to untangle them from a nasty snarl every few weeks.
Speaking of birthdays and of pretty things, yesterday there were parcels in the post from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bornofstars and barefoottomboy! Miss Anna's parcel was already under STRICT INSTRUCTIONS not to be opened, so it is sitting on my bed taunting me, especially because Anna sends the most amazing things (for Christmas she knit me a Ravenclaw scarf, which goes to my ankles and is the most delightfully warm scarf ever). And taped inside of Ren's charming home-made card was the charmingest bird-and-birdcage necklace, which I am wearing just now. My f-list is marvellous, thank you!
I am currently ordering the weather for tomorrow: I'd like sunny and warm, but not humid, and later a bit of rain and wind, and a thunderstorm after about ten o'clock.
As the day has continued to approach and no brilliant ideas have come forth, I have decided to try to spend the day quietly and magically as I did for my fifteenth: reading, picnicking under the backyard apple tree, lighting candles, sitting in the book closet, perhaps putting candles into glass jars and hanging them on things if I can find any. I am also thinking a quiet tea in a week or two for those of my compatriots as still remain in this town. (If only you could all come! It would be marvellous! Of course this town isn't very marvellous, but we'd picnick, and I'd take you up to the hill, and we'd dance round the glade in a ring like fairies and sing old songs and watch the stars come out; and I'd bake you delicious things, and we'd go to Hockman's for delicious homemade sweets.)
Anyway, today I've been cleaning, because my bedroom likes to be clean on holidays, especially beginningsy ones like birthdays and new years. I've vacuumed and everything -- and when I say vacuumed I mean I also vacuumed my desk and the top of my dresser which were atrocious and have been for some time. Having my desk all tidy and my dresser actually look-at-able again is quite nice, I must say. Want to go hunt down some used tea cannisters to put my makeup things in, though (Mum says she sees them at Goodwill fairly often), and something to hang my necklaces on so I don't have to untangle them from a nasty snarl every few weeks.
Speaking of birthdays and of pretty things, yesterday there were parcels in the post from
bornofstars and barefoottomboy! Miss Anna's parcel was already under STRICT INSTRUCTIONS not to be opened, so it is sitting on my bed taunting me, especially because Anna sends the most amazing things (for Christmas she knit me a Ravenclaw scarf, which goes to my ankles and is the most delightfully warm scarf ever). And taped inside of Ren's charming home-made card was the charmingest bird-and-birdcage necklace, which I am wearing just now. My f-list is marvellous, thank you! I am currently ordering the weather for tomorrow: I'd like sunny and warm, but not humid, and later a bit of rain and wind, and a thunderstorm after about ten o'clock.
