I’m not quite sure how I feel about the weather warming up
again today. It was nice for our
after-school play time, but with less than two weeks to go; it’s not looking
very good for a white Christmas in Witch
Falls. I haven’t really had very many Christmases
with snow, but I do really love having a winter wonderland for the holidays.
While that little wish is looking unlikely for the near
future, here in the now we’ve had a good, if unexciting, day. There were more tests and some in-class
project work time at school to keep us busy; and the dance on Friday was the
top girl talk topic again. Rowen and I
seem to be the only girls not worrying about what we’re going to wear;
potential date issues like bad dancing or fashion horrors; and stacking up in
the hot and cool departments compared to the older girls.
That’s one area of acting my age that I’m not very good
at. I love dressing up as much as the
next girl, but I do that for myself; and don’t really care what anyone else
thinks. Rowen thinks that’s really funny
anytime we’ve talked about that; suggesting that none of the other girls –
herself included – would care about things like fashion and hair as much either
if they were going to grow up to look like my mother the way I will. I can concede at least part of that point,
but there must be more to it than that, since I don’t have any trouble playing
my age for most other things. Since
continuing to write about the girl talk today will lead inevitably to more
boy-girl weirdness; let’s not.
Rowen and I had some homework to get done after school, so
we did that first before taking Ethan and Ehlana out to play for an hour or
so. The warmer weather was relative to
the last couple of days of cold, so after Ethan finished checking out the
football action, we only stayed at the playground for fifteen or twenty
minutes; and then went for a little walk along the river to the falls before
heading home again. There was time for
hot chocolate after that before Rowen needed to go over to the computer store;
and I helped Mom with making dinner after that until Dad got home from the
office.
It ended up being a bit of a work night around here after
dinner. Ethan and Ehlana are going to be
finished Grade Nine by the holidays, so they studied while Mom and Dad were
working in the office; and I took that time to get all of my archive and
language studies done before we all stopped to do the bedtime routine with
Ethan and Ehlana at ten o’clock. I was
in my own bed by ten-thirty; blasted through the usual nightly computer checks;
and if I wrap this up now, I’ll be on my way to dreamland by eleven o’clock for
the first time in what seems like ages, so...
...say ‘goodnight, Cassie’.
“Goodnight, Cassie.”
