journal journal.
I don't actually have anything interesting to say.
Leaving for AZ in a week though. Is that interesting?

Biography of a BicycleI was born on a shelf, surrounded by kin who were all far prettier than my dark green, and people chose them and not me.Biography of a Bicycle by ~Aislinn-cara
Then someone did choose me. They took me off the shelf and out the door and oh, it was so bright there and I was tied up and going so fast, I was flying above the red and black and green under the blue sky.
And then it was over. They took me down. But then- for the first time- I was put to my own power, and I learned to stay upright and not fall and skirt around obstacles and I loved it- the hard packed dirt and bright sun, green grass and hot blue sky and the feeling of going together with the boy down the dirt roads,

living in the witch house"Your main theme ought to be uncertainty, you know you could probably write ten pages on us moving in, no problem." My father is standing at our unusually low kitchen sink, doing the breakfast dishes. "Your pile of information is almost entirely about us. Photo albums, the deed, the letter from the work party..." He pauses. "If you start with our moving in, you'll be able to get a good chunk out of that. Then the farther back you go, the less you're going to be able to say. Three pages about us, two about the Marzeans... all the way back to maybe a paragraph about the Shenk's Ferry people."living in the witch house by ~Aislinn-cara
My sisters and the dog come tumbling