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Name: Rachel
Birthday: 6/1/1992
Gender: Female
Interests: The Lord, my family, writing, reading, playing, little kids, and learning to be a housewife.
Expertise: You don't want to know.
Occupation: Student
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10/25/2005
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| To be more exact, we are in a house in Key Largo. Three stories, amazing view of a canal, two boats tied up to the dock that comes with the house. My uncle's and ours. The Roy/Ward/Comer/Pousson Family Vacation Deluxe!
We went snorkeling yesterday. I had trouble with my mask (inexperience and ill-fit combined to half-drown me) and my flipper malfunctioned. But other than that, it was incredible and gorgeous. Aside from the fish--which, have you noticed, are always the creatures that people exclaim over--the plants were astounding. From beige, to tan, to an incredible veined purple; from waving fronds to tubular plants, to convulated fans, to what looked like fields of waving brown grass...except slimier-looking.
The fish, of course, were beautiful. I could not disparage them. There were small fish, about the size of my hand, that looked like miniature and more rotund swordfish; a whole school of zebra-striped fish; brown and black and purple and gold and green and blue, and all the many-varied hues of an incandescent rainbow.
And then there was the water. I have always had a sneaking feeling that the postcards one sees of the water in Hawaii and Florida was slightly doctored. I am now in a position to refute my sneaking feeling. The water was a magnificent, luminous blue that ranged from turquoise, to sky-blue, to almost black (that was over the seaweed and rocks), to a pale blue for which I have no words.
And my sugar-Aunts Phyllis and Susie have bought a positively ridiculous amount of sugar. Nerds, Whoppers, chocolate-covered raisins, and four different packages of Dove chocolates...because Christie and I are inordinately fond of Dove chocolates. And Aunt Suzie has baked at least four different types of cookies: oatmeal, chocolate-chip, M&M, gingersnap. Her gingersnaps are my favorite. Then there's ice-cream in the freezer. Then the chocolate crinkles Melissa made, and the bag of assorted chocolates (3 Musketeers, Snickers, etc.) that my mother bought. Thank goodness we've got fruit in the house, or I would soon fall into a diabetic coma. And I don't have diabetes.
We went to the beach, we've had Cuban food, we've watched TV, swam, sat around and yakked, read innumerable books, and enjoyed a lavish life in the lap of luxury. And I have found the time to work on my Bard story.
The Bard deserves his own paragraph. I have written and finished two stories about the Bard, the princess, and assorted other characters, and, due to the wonderful flatterers around me, am writing a third story and planning a fourth. I haven't written (read that, written and finished) a sequel about any story for almost four years now. It's such a lovely feeling. Life is so good.
And I look around at life, look around at the beach and the sea and my family. And I wonder, How on earth is God going to improve on this in Heaven?! That idea proves the existence of miracles.
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| How does one pick up an old e-mail friendship after dropping it for over a year? What can one say that is not trite, pushy, stand-offish, overly-effusive, or too withdrawn? Especially if one of the reasons for reviving the correspondence is to send stories to the correspondent, in the hopes of getting them critiqued. Life can be difficult.
However, there are chocolate crinkles sitting in the kitchen. There would be fifty-eight of them (I counted the number of cookies on each pan), except that we ate a couple dozen. And I have been writing on my absent-minded professor story. Dr. Daniel Abrams just became a kidnapping victim. Where I will go from there, I have absolutely no clue. But it's fun to write.
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| The upstairs has become our latest war front. Molly and Emily are working like beavers on their room, Sam and Christie have just about finished theirs, and I have cleaned out the upstairs hall closet. Ah, it feels good to sit still. Even if I haven't been working that hard.
Joe and Dan come home for summer break sometime today. They would have been home earlier, but the creeps decided to go canoeing or some such thing. The Marvelous Mrs. Michelle is going to run me on various errands sometime this afternoon so we will be ready for Mother's Day. Should be fun, even if we will be going shopping.
After reading my old posts, I am inspired to continue the grand tradition of updating Xanga on my stories. There's my absent-minded professor story, which I am writing for Abby to make up for not writing a story about a storm. (The one I tried to write was incredibly dull and depressing. The one I am writing suits me much better.) There's the Bard saga, which I really should be working on. There's the Dark Elf story which I don't work on nearly as much as I should. And then there are all the ones in my head which I'm not working on, but will be working on. Stories are fun. I like stories. I like poetry, too.
I like life an awful lot.
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| From the lazy creek of Xanga to the swift-running current of Facebook and back to the lazy creek of Xanga. It took me several minutes to figure out (or re-figure out) how to post on this thing. It's rather entertaining to come back to this, and remember my life from a little over three years ago to today. For one thing, I am enormously relieved to find that I seem to have gained some slight level of maturity...in my writing, if nothing else. For another, I am also happy to find that life seems to have changed very little. I'm still writing furiously, still loving good books, still climbing trees to read, or just to sit. (Hey, I'm higher than mosquitoes usually fly!)
And yet, there are changes. I'm the oldest kid at home, for one thing. Tim's in Afghanistan, Melissa's in Oklahoma, the three boys are in college. Emily is learning to read--slowly, painfully, irksomely, but learning to read. She can read words with three and four letters in them. Brown Molly is struggling through math and whizzing through the rest of her school (ha, sounds like me). And, like a true Roy, reading everything in sight. Sammy Pat is now a gung-ho gonna-be soldier (who still doesn't like taking care of roaches). And Christie Elizabeth--shock of shocks--is beginning to turn into a young lady! And me? Great heavens, I'm old enough to learn how to drive. I'm barely two years younger than my sister-in-law was when she got engaged!
Oh yeah, that's another thing. My brother David is a Married Man. It's strange how life can seem so lazy and slow, and yet glide away so quickly. I am almost depressed.
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| New favorite word: murkiness. I've been saying it in different tones all morning. Current task: babysitting the SmallFive. (We're on lunch break, which is why I'm posting.) Current bit of fun: pretending to be fairies and mispronouncing the word "gnome".
I got the famous movie Citizen Kane from the library. It was very depressing; Kane ends up losing everything of worth that he gets. I also got Hitchcock's Saboteur, which was cool, and Gunga Din, which was funny.
We're going to P'cola this weekend, with the usual suspects. Beach, sun, boating, and fun, here we come!
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