::: and five, six, seven, eight :::

my mind is everywhere right now, everywhere except where it needs to be!

i have designated this slot of time in my day to attempt the long-awaited revision of the paper i was supposed to turn in last week. life has been absolutely nuts the past few weeks! i mean, have we even been in school at all?? where the heck did march run off to?

from the anticipation of the week before spring break, to spring break, to a short school week, to easter break in new york city, and this weekend in raleigh and mt. olive...

i am finally back in boone to stay, hoping and praying to Jesus that i can keep juggling things around until April 30th, the last day of classes:

school in one hand, work in the other, life, health, friendships, books, song, all flying in the air somewhere above my head (or maybe fallen at my feet somewhere...)

so yes, i have alloted this time to paper revision, but all i can think about is how i forgot to post for Hebrew Literature on Friday, or how i'm excited to tears about Prince Caspian coming out in May, or how i still really want to move to the united kingdom and do something outrageous.

or how i want to be posting on blogspot...? hm :)

this weekend, a few moments before i left back for boone, i found a little treasure on my parents' bookshelf (weird that it's becomming my "parents" bookshelf, and no longer my own!) A tiny little book, too worn to have been made in recent decades- a collection of henry longfellow's poetry! and on one side of the inside cover i find my father's signature "Larry C.", on the other i find the words

"To: Mr. W.G. Crowder
From: Your Pollyanna girl, Brown Eyes"

at one time, one romantic little time in history, my grandmother Lula gave this tiny book to my grandfather, William. i only knew her for the first few years of my childhood, but her legacy has lived on in my family. every one of her children (seven children, to be exact) still proclaims her sainthood, though that might be one of few things they actually agree on. i like that her name was lula, and how her eyes were brown, and how she was romantic and chose longfellow. i like to think i have a little bit of her spirit in me, that pollyanna girl, and perhaps my children and grandchildren will remember me in such a way.



ho-hum. so much to do this week. midterm, interview, participant observation, rehearsals, meetings, hot chocolate.

lots and lots and lots of hot chocolate needed.