Going to Lowes (it's like Wegmans, but not quite as awesome and filled with southern accents)
Playing tennis with Elizabeth and Dad
Coming back to Granddad's and helping Dad make chili
Making cranberry/orange relish with Mom for Thanksgiving (mmm)
Watching Dancing With the Stars with Granddad (quite the experience, let me tell you. Also, there was a timpani that played sol-do after each score was announced. Fail.)
And now I'm watching CSI (I think?) with Elizabeth, and contemplating reading. meh.
So yeah, kinda boring? Hopefully tomorrow we'll go to the beach (!!!) and maybe Mom and Elizabeth and I can go shopping for a bit? We'll see.
Ok, this was sufficiently boring. Poem time! I love Robert Frost, and although "The Road Not Taken" is my favorite poem of his, everyone knows that. So here's another one I like.
"A Late Walk"
When I got up through the moving field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words.
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thoughts,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth,
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
--Robert Frost
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