![“Joan was not there, but your grandmother answered the phone […] It seems as if we hit it off, since she then agreed to go on [a date] with me. From there, things seemed to esculate and we had many additional dates. Eventually, we married during our senior year.
I do not need to tell you that the Joan I had attempted to phone decided not to attend [the university] and the Joan I [called] was from New Jersey. Because of this, I always have wondered if it was destined for your grandmother and I to meet.”
-Letter From My Grandfather](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4wy0c6Ely1qfei18o1_1280.jpg)
“Joan was not there, but your grandmother answered the phone […] It seems as if we hit it off, since she then agreed to go on [a date] with me. From there, things seemed to esculate and we had many additional dates. Eventually, we married during our senior year. I do not need to tell you that the Joan I had attempted to phone decided not to attend [the university] and the Joan I [called] was from New Jersey. Because of this, I always have wondered if it was destined for your grandmother and I to meet.” -Letter From My Grandfather
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The trees grew tall around her, stretching stretching stretching, shooting out limbs and leaves and seeds and twigs, until the sun was gone and to three sides all she could see was solid wood. Behind her the welcome mat grinned jauntily, now a third of the way up the trunk of an oak. "Now what use are you up there?" she demanded crossly. "Welcome" was his only response. With an exasperated sigh, the little girl in pink spun on her heel and marched off the new corridor of trees. In English, I always hated Ernest Hemingway. He wrote things like, “the man waded in to the water” and I would read it as “the man waded in to the water” but really it was meant to be read as “this mortal being is purifying himself as a rebirth from sin.” I’m not good with things that aren’t spoon fed and sugar coated. Which is why broccoli and I don’t get along well.
Because That's The Important Question
Does She Ever Stop Talking About Food?
Well, again, Exploration Week. I leave tomorrow and will return to campus on Thursday (June 7th). School has already ended (as far as classes go) and now it’s more like summer camp. I have a week in Sylvania that I will spend canoeing and then when I get back there is a feast, a closing ceremony, a lock-in sleep over and then I leave Saturday to return home. Done. But anyways, we did the last of the preparing today. I backed up my backpack with clothing and sleeping bag/pad. Then, went to the dining hall and was given food. Here’s what the average person took: ½ pound turkey jerky, six candy bars (one for each day), eight-twelve granola bars (two for each day), two handfuls of hard candies, a bag of chocolate-fruit GORP (Good Ol’ Raisins and Peanuts) and an apple. This is what I packed.
The only person to bring seven pounds of perishable fruit. I’m an idiot. Oh well. But, our leaders also bring meals. This is just for snacking. (Insane, right? Who needs that much food!?) I plan to eat my protein bars and snack on fruit until dinner. Maybe have some oatmeal. But not that sugar-bomb crap. Original oatmeal. But we’ll see. After lunch, I checked my mailbox for the umpteenth time. I have run out of stamps (and time) so I can’t mail any more letters. Plus, I hear they are going to start forwarding our mail home soon. I’m kind of worried because I have people I write to that are out of the country. I don’t have any other form of contact with them. They won’t know to write me at my house and the school says they will only forward our mail for a few weeks. Then what? Do they just throw it out? I have no means of otherwise communicating with these lovely people to tell them not to send mail here! Eeek. I actually received a letter today, though. It was from my grandpa. Earlier, my grandmother had written me telling how she met my grandfather. So, I requested that my grandfather tell his side of the story just to see how they each felt. In the letter was also a picture of my grandpa and grandma before they got married. It’s beautiful. I really do love it, and I don’t know why. It’s just a photograph. I’ve seen many a number before and yet I am so damn attached to this one. And this one:
Because baby birds are cute. Dinner, anyone?
“Summer is the time of year to find out what your friends with pools have been up to since last year.”
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have I ever told you that you are perfect? I don’t know, but I wish you wouldn’t. It makes my extremities weak and my intestines fill with delicate winged creatures. Then, my eyes produce H20 and my mouth emits these harpish wails of unrequited love. You make me happy. Thank you.
theressomethingaboutmolly Asked:
So, we should have a sleepover whenever you get back home. You, Vincent and myself. I will make food, and we can watch movies and play video games, and listen to music. How about yesalwayspleaserightnow? That sounds like so much fun! Darn you, love, and getting me all jittery now. Totes excited. Love you, can’t wait. 
LAST CLASS OF THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! Until I go home and take finals at my sending school…
conformityaintgotnothingonme Asked:
Dear Jo, I feel the need to remind you how very much I love your hair and you. Love, Trent. P.s. You must find me the second you get back home. I just love you, period. I will be home June 12th! I guess now’s the proper time to tell you that I will be gone for a week while exploring, so you won’t hear from me until after June 6/7th on Facebook or here or any other way of communication. I will be dead to the outside world! Dun dun dun. Love you. 
So…I made my stepfather a mug. And it broke in the kiln. So I made him another mug. And it broke in the kiln. So I made him four mugs and god damnit, one of them better survive the kiln. |
