Meaghan’s Blog

But then I looked at the calendar and corrected myself. Dad has been sick since last Wednesday, which is a shame, but at least he gets to spend some more time with us and relaxing.

Sadly, I have nothing as I promised, but I'll be asking Sarah frequently to go transfer story stuff (even though the USB Drive is on the computer desk in front of her, but she's absent at the moment) and hopefully, with enough pestering, she'll comply and we can all read another chapter. Not that I pester.

So on Sunday, I believe, I finished one of my notebooks - Emma thought I finished the story, but no - and started on a new one. My writing had become a lot smaller, so now one page I write makes maybe two in a book, which is very good. I think maybe it was because I started using a different pen, because it's easier to write smaller with it. In fact, it has almost run out since I got it on my birthday. Nifty.

Yesterday we planned on going to the library, but we wondered why it seemed oddly vacant when we got there. I had the odd suspicion it may very well be closed on Mondays, so when I got out of the car I looked at the sign for the library hours. Mondays: closed. Then, immediately notifying my mother, I gave her a consoling pat on the shoulder. Sarah did also. Later, Emma exclaimed: 'I didn't want to go to the library, anyway.' Emma has been sick today, too; I'm hoping I catch nothing. It only seems to be an upset stomach, but I really don't like getting sick the way I do.

Would I be ruining the surprise by typing up a part of the story I'm working on today? Oh well. It may be confusing, but tell me what you think.

So, Vanessa and Katie are over for dinner at someone's house. It goes like this:

'My dear Vanessa!' Mrs. Jenkins cried, 'It has been too long, dearest; I have missed your infinite beauty for some time now.  Of course, Alex is of no help to me, so plain she is,' she said, glancing at her daughter as if she could not hear, 'but no matter, you are here now. Where is that charming Luke of yours? My, he is most handsome, if only my eldest son was even half so handsome as Luke; I quite wish my children were more pleasing to the eye, but, that is what I was given . . . ' Alex blushed deeply at her mother's insolence, but said nothing to help ease it. Katie had escaped Mrs. Jenkinses (?) notice; or perhaps she was boldly ignoring Katie's presence. Vanessa thanked Mrs. Jenkins for her kind words and for graciously inviting them both over for dinner. Mrs. Jenkins looked puzzled for a moment, and when she rested her eyes on Katie comprehension dawned.

'My dear, I apologize, I was so caught with Vanessa that I quite forgot you were there! Your beauty is nothing to hers, of course, but let us not dwell on that particular. However, you are more handsome than-'

'Mother,' Alex loudly interrupted, 'I believe our guests arrived with their stomachs empty. Shall we eat now?'

I haven't gone past that yet, but Mrs. Jenkins is supposed to be a little obsessed with how handsome everyone is and often insolent. This made me giggle, at least.