|| swings and signs and smiles ||

ive been walking by and walking into various houses lately. its been an interesting exercise to decide which house i would pick [i dislike the fact that house has no front door, so i suppose ill pick that one, with the couch in the yard], and what i would set on the front porch [a swing, for example, instead of that cactus.] or how i would paint it [white with black shutters would look way better there instead of that baby blue and mustard yellow]. also: i give a moments thought to the people that are living there now. are they happy? is it just one family? how many kids do they have? has that house been in the family for generations or have they just moved it? etc.etc.etc. i want to know these things. and i live almost in the ghetto, you know--like one side of my house is officially the ghetto, and the other side is almost a nice little neighborhood--so the potential for stories is possibly endless. [maybe the neighbor in 367 eloped with the neighbor down in 515. and then the gradmother of the girl who moved into 367 when the other girl moved out was once married to the guy who lived in 705 and they didnt get along, and shes a rather loud person, so i, who live in 618 wake up to her bleepbleepbleep, you bleeping bleeper nearly every night [well, more accurately, im still awake to hear it, cause it wouldnt wake me up.] but what are they still arguing about [cause that was 26 years ago] ?!]

thats like this other thing we do when we drive places: we guess about churches. i remember my parents always doing it and i would try when i was little, and i would fail miserably--"ooh, mummy, i think thats a catholic church." "no, dear, thats first baptist. but good guess." now im getting pretty good though, and i can usually guess at least within the correct domination. but my parents--goodness. they pretty much know order of appearance [first baptist, second methodist, etc.etc.. i think one time we even saw a seventh baptist.] and everything else before even seeing the style, let alone contents, of the sign. and also: we do analyze the church based on the sign: male or female pastor, church times, how often they change it, stupid church sayings, church attendence, date founded, doctrinal beliefs etc. are all very important things that may be learned from the sign. [come to think of it, we do the same thing with a lot of things. if we watch the olympics or sports on TV, we critique the singing of the national anthem, or the behavior of the players during it. and at chistmas, we watch all the other christmas performances and critique: wow, they sound awful and she has a breathtaking voice, and fettke had a much nicer arrangement of that song in 1994, and arent those dresses hideous?! they dont flatter anyones figure type. and i think it would be better if the choir was arranged like this or that instead of how they are. we are experts at this, but personally, i think we're better at christmas than national anthems, and christmas is more fun anyway. of course.]

and lately, ive been thinking about how it would be to live in oldertimes, cause our air condition broke at work, in the hottest week of the year, of course, and we were all miserable. but i was thinking about how i was such a baby--for example, they used to have to cook and stuff wearing mounds of petticoats and such and i was just selling flower arrangements but i was sortof miserably hot and incredibly sticky, and thinking of complaing. and like people in africa now still dont have air or anything. i should get over it. im a baby girl. and walking is sortof nice, even if it is terribly hot. i babysat today, and i was reminded again that im not a kind person. but-oh- i want to be gracious. it really makes all the difference, i think. and i want to know if its a strict and immoral lie when you tell customers things like [after the air condition hasnt worked in 3-90+degrees days straight:] "oh, we're a little toasty, but we're doing alright." [when we arent alright at all] [and when theres not a possible place in the whole resturant where a party of 37 could be seated all-together that] "well, sir, we're still working on finding you a place." [even though we found them a place--at 6 seperate tables that the bus boy is clearing off for them] i say things like that a lot, and i dont actually want to go to hell for it. and i got paid for those stupid devotionals today. oophf. [i think i was glowing from happiness. im going to spend it happily, too, i decided.] in a chic flick that i had the pleasure [?, although, it did make me laugh rather hard in a few parts which is something] of watching with my sister, it said that you love the person for the details, which i thought was rather insightful for a movie of that sort.

wellguesswhat i have details too. its all in the details, see. i say certain things in a certain order, and eat a certain way, and have a certain philosophy about my heels and sneeze in a particular manner, and there are things that are easy to do that make me happy. one of the pastors at my church always says hes going to write a book or "loriology" in case he dies--a whole book about lori, his wife, and how she eats her cheese and when she says what then that means this and all that. and i used to think that that this should be unnecessary--the other guy should just know it, but im not so sure anymore; . somehow the other guy will have to read the book, which figures. maybe i expect too much. actually, i dont know too about much of anything really, except that 1) He loves, and this does not always mean happy, except until later 2) peach pie is my favoritest fruitpie, and 3) i think i decided that im opinionated. but i decided not to worry about things right now, which is harder to do than it strictly sounds. oh, but heres a detail: i want front steps. decidedly muchly.

currently playing: chutes too narrow // the shins

Posted 6/28/2005 12:03 AM