I am homesick. Yes. I am. I know. I wanted out of Iowa, and I like it here. But I miss people. I miss the lake, the fact I could do things if I so chose to do them, the green trees, the grass. Everything that made Iowa so... Iowa. Not that we don't have trees. But we also have (and I have seen them) giant wasps. Like, think of a sparrow, and you have the wasp's body, and then giant orange wings. I don't know if they bite, but I have a little blue wiffle ball bat ready for that sucker. He lives under the stump in my yard, and I've named him Steve. I went to a church dinner thing a week ago and saw the biggest grasshopper I have ever seen.It was as big as my fist, it was gross. And tarantulas. And cactus. I don't know. It's a downer kind of day, I guess.
My neighbor, who is very nice, is also being very creepy. I wasn't sure how to interpret his offers for dinner and stuff until tonight. Now, I know he is hitting on me and not just being a nice neighbor to the girl next door who "reminds him of his daughter."
Please save me.
I started working on a silk/cashmere scarf yesterday and finished it tonight. It's very soft and pretty.
Now I'm listening to Bach's cello suites, and the Brandonburg Concertos and Strauss' Feierlicher Einzug over and over.
Oh. Have some more pictures
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And home misses you...
the boy
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