Day: January 12, 2019

Back Home

At some point, I do start needing some more material for my book. Or maybe I’m just using that as an excuse to go back to my favorite place. The Museum woes seem so far away when I stand back there, in the middle of the jungle, in front of this bungalow I now know so well. And not just because Windenburg’s literally on another continent.

Can you believe how much time has passed since Mom and I first walked through this front door?

I took Loladorada with me. I feel like she misses it here. She was born here after all and she probably feels like this is where she belongs. And I can relate after all.

I’ve barely put my luggage down that I’m already digging around. I know that so close from civilisation there’s a real risk I’ll mostly unearth fakes and low value ancient pieces of pottery. But that’s actually the goal: I have a chapter in my book I want to write about this.

Also it’s a beautiful night to dig. The hot, humid air and the very act of chipping secret aways breathes life into me.

Somehow, Loladorada must find the repetitive smacks of hammer against tools comforting, because she fell asleep right at my feet, and this is my little slice of heaven.

Self-Improvement and Resolutions

Maybe it’s Cléo’s bold move so early in the New Year that motivated me; maybe it’s the fact that my Museum economies are running a bit low. But in any case, here I am, writing away to chip at my New Year’s resolution. It’s a book about, big surprise, archaeology. I have so much to say, and I think maybe it’s about time I share it.

Cyril has his own project to work on. His resolution is to bring his grades up, so while I’m upstairs typing away on the keyboard, he’s being the perfect teenage mad scientist.

It’s a neat water rocket! That’s an A+ if I’ve ever seen one.

Cléo and Amanda

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I’m just leaving the mic here over to my little sister.

Actually no, I’m not, but seeing as everything I know about this day I learned from her recounting it to me, I think it still counts.

On New Year’s Eve, as is tradition, everybody in the family of course took a resolution. I wanna write a book; Cléo wanted to get a girlfriend. More specifically, she hyped herself up to finally talk to Amanda The Red-Headed Scout. Like, talk talk.

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It went well.

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Really well.

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Yes?

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Yes?

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YES!

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So cute.

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There you go, one of us kept her resolution.

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And it wouldn’t be Cléo if there were no selfies involved. And I can’t blame her, San Myshuno is still dreamy, even if you were born there.

Cléo and Amanda

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I’m just leaving the mic here over to my little sister.

Actually no, I’m not, but seeing as everything I know about this day I learned from her recounting it to me, I think it still counts.

On New Year’s Eve, as is tradition, everybody in the family of course took a resolution. I wanna write a book; Cléo wanted to get a girlfriend. More specifically, she hyped herself up to finally talk to Amanda The Red-Headed Scout. Like, talk talk.

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It went well.

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Really well.

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Yes?

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Yes?

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YES!

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So cute.

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There you go, one of us kept her resolution.

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And it wouldn’t be Cléo if there were no selfies involved. And I can’t blame her, San Myshuno is still dreamy, even if you were born there.

A House in Springs

Spring is here! And just like the last times the season changed, our house looks like it got a complete makeover. This is a direct consequence of Mom, taking the Easter trinkets out in the same breath as she pushed the Winterfest lights back to the bottom.

To the box with you, lights that barely ever work!

‘Tis the season for pastel colors!

Pastel indeed.