Basically, I invited Emily over for a little while, plotting to sleep over and such. We planned on venturing into the world, but found ourselves caught up in time and the being tired from a five thirty start for schooling. With little energy, we went to the salon to get my hair trimmed, and also get pizza from this new place nearby. Delicious and floury. We approved tremendously.
After such, we headed to Battle of the Bands late. Missing our friend's band, we wandered around the library (where it was held) and searched for old pieces we'd long left behind. We read "Gertrude is Gertrude is Gertrude is Gertrude" in the childrens' section (which, nonetheless, was extremely entertaining). We searched for the mysterious man, and found his chair moved. We found the red-headed boy still working there, got a job application, had candy, iced coffee, and grilled cheese, tasted Sunny-D and hated it, and watched a total of five minutes of the bands.
Not bad, eh?
I couldn't help but notice though that, lately, I've been focused on the simple things. Right now, I'm going through a phase: six word memoirs. Some have you have probably heard of them, but most haven't. They're self explanatory: explain your life in six words or less. Here's an Ernest Hemmingway one...
For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.
I've been entertained beyond belief. I keep rattling them off, and most of them just make me smile. Tiny things have a big impact, you see, which is mildly thrilling. Think about it: babies (tiny things) go hand in hand with parenthood (big impact). A crush could lead to a date. Singing to the radio might get you into a car accident (only if you COMPLETELY lose focus though....). I find this interesting. Curious, even.
I'm, personally, satisfied by small things. I'm a "cheap date", if you will. I don't hate that I am; actually, it's a wonderful thing. It's probably what's kept me with the love of my life so long. Sure, we're far apart in both a physical sense and a growing sense (meaning; he's three years my elder), but I'm still head over heels for him. Just talking to him brings joy to my heart. :)
And distance proves to make us stronger.
It's our minor thing, making a big impact.
It's sort of like a chain reaction, you know? One person does one thing nice, the next person does something equally helpful, and it travels. Impacts travel. Think storms. Think messages. Think love. Love is a universal thing, with many minor details leading to one big thing. It's rather beautiful in my opinion. I don't know what it is... It just is.
I leave off on a positive note: check out this video Emily and I watched today. It's live singing in a music video, all taken in one take in what looks like a warehouse, and it's amazing. You all probably recall the song. Enjoy the wonderful Feist.
Love,
Maura
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