What I can Handle Right Now

1. Mid-afternoon naps
2. Inhalations
3. Exhalations
4. Humming a tune while I muck out my horses stalls
5. Yelling obscenities at the 20 year old pool pump as water comes gushing out of it.
6. Unpacking (I barely tolerate it, but I CAN handle it)
7. Letting myself get dirty
8. Noticing how the sunset looks different here than it does in Pittsburgh
9. Exhalations, lots of exhalations
10. Walking down the street to buy blueberries from my Amish neighbor
11. Waiting for the fan to turn toward me again.
12. Listening to the wall clock tick
13. Deciding to view myself as getting old
14. Deciding to never get old and be old
15. Giving my horse a massage
16. Ignoring my mother
17. Washing my clothes
18. Wondering if I'm making the right decisions
19. Wondering if there is a right decision
20. Getting frustrated about right decisions
21. Thinking there's no use in getting frustrated about "right" decisions
22. Ignoring my mother
23. Wishing my parents pool pump wasn't so damn old
24. Wishing my dad taught me a little more about the pool pump before he left for the hospital
25. Wondering what the heck algae is
26. Wondering how they make energy out of algae... bizarre

After our last class of senior seminar...

The First Blog I've Ever Made

Hello dear members of the Fruit on a Pancake Collective (or as Brent would call it, "Fruit on a Pancake: a Collective") - I have made you all a present! Instead of emailing and facebook messaging back and forth and back and forth, we can post our writing on this blog! (Though unfortunately for Christine, she probably won't have the opportunity to write about sparkly silver spandex leggings unless Ms. Alpha decides to put them on as a tease for what's his face who sells the weed in Eerie...)

I say we begin with Brent's really neat writing exercise that he sent to me on facebook! If ya'll didn't read it, here it is again:

Try writing from perspective of a surgeon during an operation. It doesn't need to be a normal operation; the surgeon can be dissecting a show on ESPN, or War and Peace, the corpse of Roger Ebert, or a beachball. But do this and have a laugh and plumb the depths of whatever/whoever the surgeon is operating on. Run and gun with it, letting loose your corniest if you have to.

Let's all try and get a little somethin somethin posted by next weekend!

As I write this I'm getting more and more excited, and also really nostalgic and miss you all already, except for Christine, who I pre-miss, since she is leaving in, what, three weeks? Gah! Brent, come up to pgh for a reunion soon? Or we could all meet somewhere one weekend? But until then, we have this blog! Feel free to post whatever, whenever! I will send all of you the password, since I don't know if you can post without it.

Love you all,

Rachel