I sat here for a while thinking about what I should like to write about ... my first thought was a description of my home, but nothing clicked. My second thought was something about how everything in this place squeaks, but, again, no real "fit". Maybe it is because I am busy reading some pretty heavy novels alongside the writing of my latest curriculum guide. It is going quite well, and I tend to forget about my blog fairly quickly at times like this. So, for whatever reason, I began thinking about the colour brown and how I wondered if it could at all describe me. So I did one of the things I like to do at moments like these ... I did a meme. Brown wasn't me. I am fairly certain, though, that if Neal did this meme, he would be some earthy colour for sure ... if not brown, then definitely green.
I came out very impressed with the "diagnosis" ... it was right on the money. In fact, if I could choose to be anywhere today but here, I would choose to be in Berea, on the lawn, drinking a wonderful Organic Chai, with my sketch pad and one of my favourite violet pens (which I am sadly out of at present). The boys would be at an art lesson with someone wonderful, and Neal and I would be sitting comfortably on a blanket, with our drinks and some yummy pita, and hummus and fresh veggies and fruit. Hmphh ... and to think ... I do not even own anything of this colour other than a pretty set of sheets.
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