28th Day of Galehome
Rest Day
Weather: Stormy Grrr. Do you have an idea how difficult it is to express frustraiton to a journal? What am I supposed to write? "Annoyed growl?" And now here I am, addressing the reader in the second person. I'm half tempted to rip this page in half just to demonstrate my frustration. But I guess that wouldn't really serve an purpose. I think I'm going to go punch a pillow a few times... Okay, I'm back. I screamed into the pillow too. Today was frustrating. Seriously frustrating. It's Rest Day. I thought this would be a great time to get to know my host. Maybe we could find something to bond over. You know who doesn't like to get up on Rest Day? You know who doesn't like to talk shortly after waking up? My host, Cliff. I was trying to be nice, I really was. I thought he might like some breakfast, so I brought him some and he almost threw me out of his room for waking him up. Anyway, I wasted the morning and the early afternoon trying to make friends and I really botched it up. After that I decided to try to think about that vision I had. I was thinking hard about all the faces I saw and the circumstances we were in. I didn't have much to go on, but I thought that maybe if I tried I might jostle something loose. It didn't work. I didn't remember anything else, and I completely lost track of time and didn't get anything done around the house like I had planned to. Finally, toward the end of the day Cliff and I had a chance to talk. He apologized for barking at me. I apologized for waking him up. I made dinner, which he thanked me for. And that was pretty much it. We talked a little about the valley and a little about what I had remembered, but that was really it. I've been sitting listening to the rain for a while while writing this journal entry. I think I'm going to turn in early and try to have a better day tomorrow.
Weather: Stormy Grrr. Do you have an idea how difficult it is to express frustraiton to a journal? What am I supposed to write? "Annoyed growl?" And now here I am, addressing the reader in the second person. I'm half tempted to rip this page in half just to demonstrate my frustration. But I guess that wouldn't really serve an purpose. I think I'm going to go punch a pillow a few times... Okay, I'm back. I screamed into the pillow too. Today was frustrating. Seriously frustrating. It's Rest Day. I thought this would be a great time to get to know my host. Maybe we could find something to bond over. You know who doesn't like to get up on Rest Day? You know who doesn't like to talk shortly after waking up? My host, Cliff. I was trying to be nice, I really was. I thought he might like some breakfast, so I brought him some and he almost threw me out of his room for waking him up. Anyway, I wasted the morning and the early afternoon trying to make friends and I really botched it up. After that I decided to try to think about that vision I had. I was thinking hard about all the faces I saw and the circumstances we were in. I didn't have much to go on, but I thought that maybe if I tried I might jostle something loose. It didn't work. I didn't remember anything else, and I completely lost track of time and didn't get anything done around the house like I had planned to. Finally, toward the end of the day Cliff and I had a chance to talk. He apologized for barking at me. I apologized for waking him up. I made dinner, which he thanked me for. And that was pretty much it. We talked a little about the valley and a little about what I had remembered, but that was really it. I've been sitting listening to the rain for a while while writing this journal entry. I think I'm going to turn in early and try to have a better day tomorrow.
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