Long time no see, readers! Fear not, I have vanquished my writing block with the sheer power of a garbage can! I don't think I'll be needing it any more. I have returned to save you from poorly executed puns! What, who am I? The writer of this blog. Hi, I'm Livi.
By the way L, it's not true I became a farmer in the game we played. I prefer the term environmentally-minded nomadic off-gridding locavore. I don't think the rules of whoever has the most money at the end of the game strictly applies to me, because it referred to people who either took the college or career routes. So I win and Cassie also wins.
I called the M and D like I do every time a Sunday comes around. Usually I order some chocolate syrup and nuts for it while I talk to them. Mom and Dad are busy as ever, but also seem quite happy in their jobs. Did you no that you can't call a fax machine? It's true. It just makes a noise at you and then goes away. Kind of like a duck, according to Mary.
I got talking to the M and D about life things today, you know I was thinking about where I am in life, and that I never thought I'd be here. I don't mean as in The Complex, Sparrow Falls, latitude 01.2.43847 or however latitude works, but that I never thought my life would look like this. You know, kids always have these grand ideas of the future. They also like eating car tyres, according to Sauntie. But more and more I've been thinking that none of that matters. Whether I'm a banker or a stockperson, at the end of the day (5pm), what really matters is that I'm not living for here and now anyway. "My life is hid with Christ on high, with Christ my savior and my God," like the song says. So I'm not worried. Also M and D, I'm really grateful you never told me that I could be whatever I wanted to be. Because I probably would have decided to be Batman. Or batgirl, at least. Still, failing the first option, Time Girl isn't two bad.
After the service today, MOPEDS went out to the park and had a good time together. L, S, crouching tiger, and I sat down and watched clouds. Mary insists she sat down too, says I mustn't forget her. So we all just sat for a while and watched clouds. It was so peaceful. Then you know, you have jokes about what you can see in the clouds. Yes, Mary saw ducks. But I was watching up at the sky beyond the clouds, and that song came into my head.
Some glad morning when this life is o'er
I'll fly away
to my home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away.
I'll fly away, oh glory! I'll fly away.
When I die, hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away