Due to my current status as traveler, I ate dinner in an Arby's outside of Louisville, KY. We'd been sitting there for a little while when an older couple sat down at a table near our booth. I didn't much notice them until a little girl, maybe about three, came and sat with them, just so that we could see each other. Then the girl's parents came, on on either side of her, and the adults all started talking. But I noticed that this girl was watching me. She was one of the most adorable preschoolers I'd ever seen: Goldilocks with elf ears, and an shy impish smile that flashed every so often. I smiled back, and she giggled. Then, she put her hand over her eyes, and took it away, as if to say "Peekaboo!" I did it right back, and she laughed. This went on for another ten minutes or so, with one of us leaning away so the other couldn't see, then snapping right back and grinning at each other. Then she got the idea to peek at me from under the table, so she twisted herself around until her head was under the tabletop, then waved at me and grinned. Her mom didn't much like that, though, so she had to stop. It was hard for me to leave there. But I did, and I will very likely never see that little girl again. But, I think maybe someday, if we're both in heaven (and it's hard for me to imagine that little girl anywhere else), we'll see each other, and she'll make a peekaboo motion over her eyes, and I'll cross my eyes and smile, and then we'll both laugh and laugh, until we can't stand up, and then we'll sit down and laugh some more.


Can I have my ball? Can you get my ball? I threw it into a tree...

I was playing with a frisbee the other day, just tossing it around, when I randomly threw it into the air, and it got stuck in a tree. No big surprise there; it's the ring kind. I looked around for a big stick to knock it down with or something, and there was a soccer ball. So I thought, "I'll just throw this soccer ball at it and knock it out." Which seemed like a good idea at the time. Little did I know...

After a few dud throws, I'd gotten the hang of it. So, I grabbed the ball with both hands, lifted it over my head, leaned back, and threw it as hard as I could at the frisbee. It went up, up, up, past the frisbee, until it finally started to fall again. Much to my astonishment, it hit a branch--and stuck. Wow. I must have stood there with my mouth open for about five minutes before I started looking for something else to throw. I spotted a basketball, grabbed it, and started throwing it at the tree. You should know, my aim isn't that good. It took me all of half an hour to get that stupid ball out of the tree. I even managed to get the frisbee, too.


No goblin for me :(

Well, I found out that I didn't get the part of the goblin. Didn't get a part at all, matter of fact. Oh well. I'm on the production team now. At least that I'm good at. They're doing Huck Finn next spring. Maybe I'll try out for that. It isn't a musical. One can always try again. Good night.


I was going to give this blog a name, but then I couldn't think of a good reason

Like I said, why name your blog? The domain address will tell people all they need to know. I don't think my blog needs a name. So, for all of you wondering why my blog is nameless, that's why.

I auditioned for a musical today. I had to sing. In front of people. Lots of them. My voice cracked (got too high, I'm only an alto) and I forgot the words, but they said I did well. I don't know if they were just being polite or not. I wish I knew now if I got a part, but it will be a day at least. I had to read the part of a goblin. Just what every girl dreams of, right? Uh-huh. Yeah. I think it would be cool to play a goblin. Just saying.