the last day

Justin, Mallory, Scott and spent the day together--working on some homework at the drip, hanging out on the porch, and then taking a drive to Chimney Rock in the mountains.  We ate at a little bbq place, and then walked by the river (Justin falls in, Scott leaps majestically, I take the bridge), and eventually went home, where Mallory made me perform my pieces for everyone.  It was Jessica's birthday, so a bunch of people came over, but mallory and i crashed early in order to prep for our early morning...

when you know you shouldn't get attached, but yet...

The good news: i spent most of the day with Scott Tyler.

The bad news: we spent most of our time looking for Mr. Tumnus, who ran away. 

an average day in asheville

spent the day with justin, figuring out my new faith lit on sermons, getting too attached to Mr. Tumnus, and reading for history.  in the evening we had a high tea celebration for my acceptance to oxford, having tea and "crumpets" and dressing in our bestest english clothes (i was princess "die"...).

reunions

woke late for breakfast with dad, and then spent the day doing last minute packing before flying to NC to visit with Mallory.  She picked me up at the Charlotte airport with a dog named Mr. Tumnus.  We thought it was providence that he should appear the day I was flying down, so soon after Cadie.  we played with him at the boy's house, then baked cookies and went to bed.

spring break is here.

the day stretched long as everyone teetered on the edge of spring break.  after class and meetings and last minute prep for auditions, i waited in the memorial chapel with four pizzas and no turn out.  packed up everything, and then collapsed at home.

under the crabapple tree

was free
in a "free-to-do-work" kind of way.
so i sat in my cubby,
and i wrote about interns,
and i resented my mother when
the caller ID showed her name.

she sounded panicked, and explained
that Cadie was breathing heavy, and had
peed on the floor after failing to walk straight.
she didn't know what was wrong,
and i didn't care, but I wanted
it all to be gone.

when i hung up the phone,
i felt regret and remorse,
and knew that something was inherently
wrong with my character.

Cadie had SSA,
i ran away,
and sobbed my way
through the rest of the day
wishing it were the may
when my dog first came home.

but i hate being sad
and i have to return to the everyday
workings of college and responsibility
but it's hard when everyone offers
consolation
compassion
sympathy
and especially hard when
at home where the habit is disrupted
and her bed is empty
and her toys are statues

but she rests now
facing the east
protecting the house
with her little green teddy
under the crabapple tree.

my own awakening

just went through the day, looking forward all day to Spring Awakening.

Strange how sharing a viewing experience can bring such a sense of connection, build a memory, cultivate similar emotional responses, incite dialogue, make or break friendships...

spring and summer
every other day