Meaghan’s Blog

Now I am not just saying this so I will not need to see an eye doctor, but my eyes really do not hurt anymore! I can write (and read!) again. Most of this moring was spent writing a later part in my story, most of it I had bits and peices written down,  so now I am constructing it.  And yesterday I wrote a draft letter to my aunt Glenda and then copied that, since I do wind up scribbling things out or leaving out words, sometimes writing the wrong letter, and other things. It is better that way, trust me. I hope to send that off soon - I only need her address, which I'm sure is kicking around here somewhere.
Dad has gone off on a plane to Toronto for I think overnight, I am not certain since I forgot. He had to leave very early for that this morning but I was not woken up for it. We intend to go out today, for shopping and the library. I usually stay in the car unless I have something I need to get, which isn't often, and I always bring a notebook - you never know when you need to write something down, and if there is no notebook to write it in, it's likely forgotten.

I have been doing plenty of work on my story, mainly thinking up names for places and possibly creatures. I like to watch television, sometimes the Food Network is apt, for inspirations for places. I do not know if it will become obvious I get ideas this way. Nevertheless, I have plenty of places thought up that I need to add to the map I drew, which I also mean to draw a larger one so I can put all of these new places in. It is such tiring work! Map drawing is easy, however, since you really need only to draw squiggily lines everywhere and put names down - it just takes so long that it is very tiresome.

I have not slept the best the past few nights; I'll wake up in the night for no real reason. I know it could be worse but since I have gotten my new mattress, seldom do I ever wake up in the night, unless I am sick (and then I do not sleep at all on the first night). And then falling asleep I am bothered by one of my eyes - or both, I cannot be sure, since I may be going cross-eyed with both of them without me trying to, or just the one I can feel, which is my right eye, looking to the left and when I open them it goes straight again. The only reason this is a bother is because it's uncomfortable. Am I rambling? Never mind. The point is, I was telling Dad about this (not the cross-eyed thing, but my eyes hurting in general), and he suggested I may need glasses. It is a possibility, one which is better than going blind though I do not particularly like it, but this is a very sudden thing and it was not this way on Monday, when I was reading that atrocious book; it began on Tuesday. Small text has not bothered me recently, you know. My eyes just tire very easily now . . . a pity, because if it stays this way I will be unable to read or write much of anything - both are my favorite things to do. You would think if it were a temporary sort of thing, it would have gone by now, in five days.

My parents have stepped out to look at paint colors, pick up stove pellets, and perhaps another thing or two. I would have liked to pick out paint colors, and as I told my mother, I was 'not invited.' She said something I cannot remember, and patted me on the head fondly and consolingly. She has promised to bring back plenty of paint chips. You know - samples of paint colors. Not a moment ago I started to consider what we could paint this room, and my thoughts instantly flew to yellow walls with the trim and waynscotting (I know I have that wrong) white. This room is not the brightest. Perhaps that is because there is only one window facing somewhere in the East, and the paint on the walls is a beige/ tan color - on the walls, the trim, everything, with a blue and burgundy paisley border. Do I need to say how it is maybe not the best combination? . . .

I think the neighbors - Earl and Rosella - have returned at last, after a very long winter vacation. I certainly hope so, anyway. It appears, if they are back, that they indeed did not come back in March, but in February, since we saw lights on last night. However, we did not actually see them, so we could be completely off on this one. I did see, though, that their newspaper box was cleaned out; it had snow in it not long before! So if they really are back, I shall be glad to see them. Meanwhile, I have paid a long overdue visit to Emma's blog and I left her some comments. I never seem to get them right for anybody, but I have tried. I wish I could go read or write. Oh! I have just remembered I was going to clean the kitchen. I had better go do that.

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.

I was updating my Amazon wish list when I decided to do something long overdue: check and see if 'Tazier' was even a word. So, a right shame, it is indeed a last name but not a word nor a book. It is not all so bad, but I had hopes that it was not a thing at all. Truth be told, I have never seen it used anywhere. Anyway, now my wish list has over fifty-eight items on it. I shall post the link, for my mom.

http://www.amazon.ca/gp/registry/wishlist/ref=topnav__b

Just hope I didn't mess that up horribly. I tried to put my address in, but it would not be taken! I did not see anything the matter with it. Oh, well. I imagine the only people who could possibly be buying me something would know my address - or can I receive things when I didn't put the address in? Maybe someone should tell me. I have not been on that site much.

Today, I expect, we will be going to get the groceries - I'll ask my mother now - Ah! She says we will not be getting them today, but on the morrow. Pity. My eyes feel fine today, so far; I can only hope they do not hurt again, but I would like to read a book or two.