Monday, May 14, 2007
Yesterday I attended the wedding of Mr. Steve Burham and Ms. Amanda Morris, which was lovely and free from anxiety (at least for the guests). I never see enough of them, and they have both come to mean quite a bit to me. I was even pleased to dress like a girl for them.
Unfortunately, I was not around when Amanda tossed the bouquet. I need a man, because I suddenly have a craving for peanut butter and jelly. But I cannot open a jelly jar with my own two hands. I am aware that various companies currently market squeeze tubes of jelly, but they cannot possibly liken themselves to the jars with cartoon characters my parents bought when I was a wee Lauree. We reused the jars as drink glasses, since we were too po' to keep buying more child-sized glass sets every time we broke a glass. To my understanding, we were not alone in this practice, as I recall having seen some in the kitchen cabinet when I stayed with The Father and the new Wicked Stepfamily.
Yesterday I also completed a twenty-one page term paper for den Grair Bär. In revising it last night, I found I had over-used all my words for "find". I sat, hands poised over the keyboard, licking my teeth as I ran through all the other verbs I had used already, until I settled with "come upon". The sentence now reads:
Nature (jene buschige Myrte) provides the places where the wanderer and his beloved may come upon each other and themselves.Adrian told me I should leave it as is, because it's ballsy. This is also precisely the reason for leaving it out. But then, Der Grair Bär isn't bipolar (like a couple of other professors I've had) when it comes to grading; hopefully, he'll just giggle and write a big red exclamation point out to the side. I have figured out that writing an exclamation point to the side of the text as he proofs it is Der Grair Bär's code for indicating he finds the idea provocative.
So much now to do. So little Lauree. I do hope to come upon myself this summer.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 12:43 PM]