It really sucks when so much is happening around you that you can't write it down later because it's all jumbled in your head. I'm stuck with Writer's Block even though there's so much to write about.
Mom coming for the day a few Saturdays ago was a blessing. I know it seems weird for a grown adult to want parents around... but I really miss them. Mom (Teri, Crysta's mom, to those of you who think I'm going nuts) is a perfect substitute for my dad and Pat. She's absolutely wonderful, and spending the day with her in downtown A2 made me happier than I've been in a while. I love being out here on my own, but I really enjoy being in the company of a parent. Yeah, that's weird, but true. We ate at my favourite pub (the shepherd's pie is brilliant. Not Chelsea's, but brilliant). We stayed around town due to Crysta's hurt finger and the weather, but it was more than I could've asked for. I was more than sad when she couldn't stay the night, or go to Game Night with us. We ended up not going, but still!
Something I hadn't ever done before was pick blueberries! I must say, other than the mosquitoes being absolutely atrocious, I had a lot of fun! Crysta and I drove out to Dexter to a blueberry farm where you can pick your own (for a really cheap price). We got our buckets and set off into the groves. A lot of them had been picked over, but us being taller than most of the children that usually went picking, managed to snag quite a bit from the back of the bushes. Crysta made deeelicious blueberry scones. I think I've got one left, but I demand more. They, despite being small berries apparently, are really tasty. I hope I can do that again, if/when I'm here next year. Hopefully the foreign strain of mosquitoes around here will have died off come winter. I loved being outside in the field like that, carrying my bucket and picking berries. It felt homey and important somehow. Work that felt meaningful, even if we were just out there picking for fun. Plus, going to an A&W for floats after donuts from the Dexter Bakery earlier in the day was brilliant.I must write a story taking place in Dexter. It's the perfect small town that's not too small and not too out of town.
For now, that's all I seem to be able to write. It's short, but I'm documenting my time! Next time, more on my job, and the dreaded chicken story. Plus! Rearranging furniture and anything else I can dig up out of my cluttered brain.
Also, the Hunger Games are some of the best books EVER.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Art Fair and Writer's Block
Holy crow (like it? People say it around here. I think it's fun) it's been a while since I've updated. Sorry about that! Every time life gets interesting, I seem to forget about the internet and especially blogs. There's so much to talk about. I hope I can do everything justice. Life has been incredibly interesting these past few weeks. There's a lot to talk about, and a lot I hope I remember!
First, the art fair. I had no clue what I was getting into with that one. I figured the art fair was like a Friday night on Myrtle Ave- vendors selling slightly-overpriced, but well-made crafts and such, food from many of the restaurants around Downtown, a bunch of people walking around... and not enough to see to occupy an entire day. Well, three out of four of those was correct. Art fair is HUGE. Like.. takes up entire blocks of streets and all of downtown HUGE. There were vendors of all shapes and sizes selling art of the same. Everyone who's anyone (or even some no ones) were there showing off what they had made over the past year. It was so overwhelming! I could only think of how great it would be to have a booth there, and show off my own work. I know it would take years to make so much, but it's definitely a cool goal to have in the meantime.
That day Crysta and I also found my new hangout spot- Connor O'Neil's Pub. Outside is blue and quite welcoming, but inside feels like I've stepped into the past... or into a Lord of the Rings-era tavern. Filled with dark wood, rustic tables, and old Post Office furniture from who knows when, O'Neil's is absolutely perfect. It's so befitting of fantasy, that I have to use it in some story. I sit in there and expect to see all sorts of shady characters making unspeakable plans up against the painted and mural-ed walls. One of these days I'll have to go in with the intention to write.
The afternoon of the art fair was by far my favourite part, however. Just as we walked out of a closing Borders (RIP), it started to pour. I mean, rain harder than anything back home can produce. Crysta and I ran for the car, but there was nothing we could've done to prevent how soaked we got. It was SO much fun! Yes, Pina Colada song, I DO like getting caught in the rain. It was exciting to be stuck in such a downpour. Weather is awesome (you know, original sense of the word).
It's difficult now to even remember what happened after the art fair. I want to say camping, but honestly... that might have happened before the fair.
In any case, I'll be handling it in another entry. I haven't felt like writing at all lately, and everything I write sounds terrible. Hopefully I'll feel better the closer I get to school.
First, the art fair. I had no clue what I was getting into with that one. I figured the art fair was like a Friday night on Myrtle Ave- vendors selling slightly-overpriced, but well-made crafts and such, food from many of the restaurants around Downtown, a bunch of people walking around... and not enough to see to occupy an entire day. Well, three out of four of those was correct. Art fair is HUGE. Like.. takes up entire blocks of streets and all of downtown HUGE. There were vendors of all shapes and sizes selling art of the same. Everyone who's anyone (or even some no ones) were there showing off what they had made over the past year. It was so overwhelming! I could only think of how great it would be to have a booth there, and show off my own work. I know it would take years to make so much, but it's definitely a cool goal to have in the meantime.
That day Crysta and I also found my new hangout spot- Connor O'Neil's Pub. Outside is blue and quite welcoming, but inside feels like I've stepped into the past... or into a Lord of the Rings-era tavern. Filled with dark wood, rustic tables, and old Post Office furniture from who knows when, O'Neil's is absolutely perfect. It's so befitting of fantasy, that I have to use it in some story. I sit in there and expect to see all sorts of shady characters making unspeakable plans up against the painted and mural-ed walls. One of these days I'll have to go in with the intention to write.
The afternoon of the art fair was by far my favourite part, however. Just as we walked out of a closing Borders (RIP), it started to pour. I mean, rain harder than anything back home can produce. Crysta and I ran for the car, but there was nothing we could've done to prevent how soaked we got. It was SO much fun! Yes, Pina Colada song, I DO like getting caught in the rain. It was exciting to be stuck in such a downpour. Weather is awesome (you know, original sense of the word).
It's difficult now to even remember what happened after the art fair. I want to say camping, but honestly... that might have happened before the fair.
In any case, I'll be handling it in another entry. I haven't felt like writing at all lately, and everything I write sounds terrible. Hopefully I'll feel better the closer I get to school.
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