“Forget about what’s happened; don’t keep going over old history. Be alert, be present. I’m about to do something brand-new. It’s bursting out! Don’t you see it? I’m making a road through the desert, rivers in the badlands.”
Is. 43:19 (see whole passage)
On Saturday we held a Murder Mystery with seven people: My sister, her boyfriend, Ian, myself, my mother, and Ben and Lisa. Mom and I spent the day running about buying Italian-type foods (is Raspberry Lemon Cheesecake Italian? Does it matter?) and small decorative touches to make our house feel like a family Italian restaurant. About an hour before the party started I zipped over to a family friend’s house and she bedecked me out as a mystic Gypsy type – lots of long hanging necklaces, jingling anklets, heavy eye make-up and blush, etc. Although my character was incidental, everybody agreed thanks to our friend mine was the best costume. As it turns out, Ian committed the murder: but he had meant to kill Ben, only accidentally killing the victim. Bummer.
Yesterday it snowed. Mom claims a good 2.5 inches, but I disbelieve. However, it was enough for me to take our dog’s favorite bone (something that looks vaguely like this) and wrap it in snow, forming an enormous snowball around it. So she will just have to wait for it to melt to finish biting one of the tennis ball ends in half. Yesterday evening my parents, Ian and I went out to dinner with the Ferguson family, then retired to their house to play Loaded Questions. My only beef with that game is its color scheme, which is perfectly hideous. But yesterday evening really impressed upon me the reality of our imminent departure: we fly out tomorrow morning. Early because all flights west to east are early.
Is it silly or childish to say I do not want to leave? I’m not so much whining and aching already. Our time here is short and I didn’t see Deception Pass or Hurricane Ridge; I did not go for lots of long walks or get together with friends. But then, I doubt that had I done these things I would feel differently about leaving. A lifetime would not be too long for me to stay here, but I will wrench myself away nonetheless to do what must be done.
– KF –