Her Green Figs

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.

13 July 2006

T Minus 26 Hours

I'm pretty sure I'm not going to G with the rest of my ensemble. This makes me very sad. I have prepared shopping lists for a few of them, and attached US cash, so, if they think of me at all while they're there, they will know just what it is that might alleviate my homesickness. Fruit Pastilles and Yorkshire pudding mix will help. A little.

I might go get my passport out of the deposit box tomorrow morning just in case though.

I have not allowed myself even to pull out my suitcase, much less to pack it, "just in case."

I AM looking forward to a great party though, which is a nice consolation prize of sorts, though the two events are completely unrelated. I should get another set of friends anyway. For spares. Or for enhancement, really.

EG and C are taking me with them to the beach for a week in September. I think I actually wished for this exactly, and I'm a little creeped out that it's happening. I'd really love it if I had a boyfriend to take with me though. I don't care that this means that I have to cancel a week of class. I probably won't. I'll cancel Wednesday or Friday and drive back into town for the other day. That's a fair compromise. I told them I would cook and entertain and bring greens. They are thrilled. I am thrilled.

I'm having lunch with AW and MH.


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