Thanksgiving
I's raining again.
Even so, this is my happy hour. The hour of alone time I get after I get home from choir rehearsal and before I go to bed on Thursday nights; it's sacred, for lack of a better word, and so, so quiet. Hours of work (usually, if not today), German and singing, followed by the deafening silence that is the drive home with dad, accompanied by the monotonous screeching of overemployed windscreen wipers; then walking in the front door, up the steps, past the living room and into the bedroom, shutting the door, standing still for a bit...

My now:
Elliott Smith
Cold leftover potatoes
Cold feet (as always)
Hardly any cars
Looking at my reflection in the window, wondering if tomorrow will be as bad a hair day as today
Breathing slowly
No sense whatsoever of tomorrow being Friday
Need a hug

On a less rainy note:
- Congrats to Eviepie who is now allowed to drive me places without a chaperone; hoorah!
- Thank you, wonderful boyfriend person you, for Orphans. It's so beautiful, I'm speechless. Yeah, well, you know the rest.
- Thank you, people in general, for putting up with me. Can't always imagine why - I'm not THAT good a cook - but don't stop. I love you much more than I do all my annoying habits put together, so let me know.
- Thank you, Buffalo shoes, for the GORGEOUS peep-toes I've finally decided to keep. I never thought I'd say this, but something good actually did come out of that brand of yours, in the end.
- Thank you, God, for poodles
- And mum, for the beautiful scarf
- And both my parents, for not making me have to go through life with a birthday in November, which Meg March in Little Women calls 'the most disagreeable month in the whole year', and rightly so.
- Thank you, women at work, for giving me so much to write about. Still to come: Overambitious brassieres, velveteen jumpsuits and a little phenomenon I like to call porcupine snag.
- Thank yous with hugs for all my friends are in order. I've got rhythm, I've got music, I've got my gals, who could ask for anything more?



I bid you goodnight. Now: Radka Toneff, one cup of tea, remove every trace of make-up, brush teeth, sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep.

I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow.