Day’s Verse:

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God’s command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible.

Hebrews 11:1, 3


I have faith that, if God wants it, my OnlyWriting idea will work out. I think it could become a good forum for writers, but if not enough people join, or people don’t maintain interest, it will come to nothing. Thankfully the site is free and hosted by Blogger, so the worst that could happen is that one day I click the “delete blog” button. This is my chance to put a plug in for it, though: If you consider yourself an amateur writer, or just generally like to write and would like to have a group of nice people reading and commenting on your work – let me know via email and I can add you to the account. With your help, this could succeed!

This blog’s title comes from the fact that, in all honesty, I have little to say besides the joyous news that finally, after months of living alone and then living away from my family (but with my husband!), we get to go home. Ah, Washington, my green and lovely home…which is currently expecting to have a rainy, 60-degree day. I will not deny that the beautifully sunny and warm weather Worcester has been enjoying of late does not seduce me just a little bit. The idea of going back in time, weather-wise, does not particularly appeal to me. But the idea of once again seeing my family – which now includes, to my joy, two households does appeal to me.

At 3:00 the Worcester Limo Service picks us up, and at 6:00 the plane leaves. Six hours later, we arrive at home at 9:00 pm and finally see our families (or parts of them) again. Hopefully they plan on picking us up in a large vehicle, because Ian and I both are finding that this trip requires both our bags (one of which I could fit in as a freshman in college). But now I will attempt to use up some Bisquik and milk by making deliciously fresh biscuits. Speaking of food, Ian, Luke, and I went out to the Boynton and enjoyed tolerably good food and a much improved atmosphere. I cannot recommend it for the food; Luke found a rather notable chunk of inedible fat in his expensive filet mignon, while I experienced an uninspired Caesar salad. But going out with friends, laughing, and not worrying about final exams – now that is what I call a good time.

How strange to have finished classes. Now, I suppose, I am a junior in college while Ian and Luke are seniors. That means a graduation next year, but I still remember Ian’s BCS graduation. As people age, does time move faster? It seems that way to me, because summers now don’t last half the length that summers did when I was 10, although they are actually longer.

– KF –

5 thoughts on “This Post Belongs at LiveJournal

  1. We’ll be there with the van–no worries! I read once that aging does actually cause something about your brain or its chemicals (or something) to have that sensation of time going by faster than it used to. I sure believe it. Years go by in a flash these days.

  2. The motion of Time increases EXPONENTIALLY, I’m sorry to say. You only *think* it’s moving faster now, wait till you’re forty! (Or should I say “Wait till YOUR forty!” — but then I’d get kicked off OnlyWriting)

  3. Hey I would like to put some poetry on your ONLYWRITING blog. Do you think that could be arranged?
    Thanks I await your reply.
    God bless!

  4. Hi, Liz. If you would kindly email me (I need your email address to add you to the blog), I’d be happy to work on adding you.

    Incidentally, the link you provided does not work. If you could include your blog/homepage URL in your email, that’d be great.

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