I got a wonky phone message from my bus driver's wife. Here's the transcript:
Violet: Hello, this is Violet Medvid just calling to inform you...hello? [long pause] Hello? [sound of phone ringing] Hello? [long pause] Hello?
I love it when old people try to use technology.
So anyway, here I am at home. Good thing I stayed home today because the bus isn't running in the afternoon and Dad wouldn't have been home to pick me up. Heidi just informed me that a lot of them are coming back early.
I'm trying to find out the town where I got my 99 cent one litre bottle of really good water, but I can't find it. It's such a small town that it's not on any of the maps. But I will prevail.
I think it's Missinipe. I become surer with every passing moment. If you're ever randomly driving through northern Saskatchewan into Missinipe, go to the Mohawk there and buy the 99 cent bottles of water. Sooooo good! And here I am, babbling about water.
Lucy is sitting in the window so if I turn my head a little bit all I see is this black shape and it's kind of freaking me out.
Dad stayed overnight in the truck last night, so I was home alone. Everyone was all worried; mom and dad asked repeatedly if I would be okay, and Mom made me put knives in the doors to prevent them from opening (it didn't work, but whatever. I didn't get kidnapped) Why would someone drive out to my farm for the purpose of stealing valuables we don't have, or kidnap me for ransom money that we also don't have? Nobody in their right mind would break into a farmer's house.
Last night I was watching TV and it sounded like someone was pushing on the door, like trying to get it open but they couldn't. I KNEW it was because our door doesn't close completely and it was really windy, but it was still freaking me out a bit. And the windchime was chiming in the wind. In movies, windchimes are always harbingers of death. Plus there were all those ravens flying around on Sunday. My life was replete with death omens.
Anyway, nothing else really to write. Ciao!
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
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2 comments:
I see I'm rubbing off on you.
Lets play a game.
Which paragraph reminds you of, say, "$15 batteries".
I liked your paragraph about breaking into a farmer's house.
could it be the water paragraph?
thanks.
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