Meaghan’s Blog

So we did get the groceries last night. Woo!

I have not even touched that third chapter in my story yet; I imagine I should know exactly what I would like to do with it - perhaps make it longer - before I begin correcting a part of it. I wonder how many other chapters I have done, since I used to write in my notebooks when a new chapter started but I soon abandoned that for whatever reason. I just need to wait until I am sure my eyes won't start to hurt again.

I wish I had someone to write to; I like to write things, even if it's nonsense, and even if I do not even use it. If I were to have someone I could write to, it would most certainly not be nonsense (at least not of the same kind!) and it would have some use, I am sure. I shan't go looking online for one since my one and only Pen Pal only wrote to me once. She was very confusing, she was . . . She claimed she would write to me when I had moved (though later she asked me if I had moved, and before I had made it very clear I had), and even though I gave her my new address and another letter, she did not respond or even show she had gotten it! Oh, well. Perhaps it was lost in the mail.

The last day of February is today. Our neighbors, Earl and Rosella (did I spell that right?) should be expected back sometime in March - I hope soon, as I enjoy watching them mow the lawn obsessively and sit on the veranda all day. I am speaking of summer, but according to many sources, it is 'just around the corner.' Two more months . . . or really, one month, but it can be cold until May. I'm giving it plenty of time. We shall, I think, be having a garden this year too; I love having a garden, though I do not like weeding. I have always disliked weeding. Sarah and I already bought seeds for a herb garden - all right, she bought them - and we have meant to get soil for it so we can have them inside until the summer, but we keep forgetting. I have just fetched them, and we have: sweet basil, lemon balm, sage, parsley, mint, and spearmint. I do not know what 'lemon balm' is, but my mother says it is lemony, and Sarah likes lemony. I like lemony, too, especially making fresh-squeezed lemonade. Lemony is not really a word, is it?

I am talking nonsense again, I know I am. I must go think in my room for more story things.