I’m sorry. Scent Diary has just been boring the darn pants off me lately so I don’t feel like writing it. I do feel like writing angsty scenes lately. It’s just happening. Also feeling like listening to sad Springsteen (and where that’s coming from, I don’t know).
As of today, all the apple and pear trees I bought from Stark Bros. back in November as my Christmas present are in the ground. YAAAYYY! And today feels like spring: unsettled, a windy blue-and-green swimmy uncertain thing.
Which does not exactly fill me with confidence, because I can’t remember what my dad’s trees looked like when he first planted them. But I’m going to have to have faith, I guess. And there is a lesson in that.
Along with the lesson on faith should go one on not keeping your heart (and your space) cluttered up with stuff. We have new carpet now, and we are slowly going through the boxes of sttuuuuuufff that we hastily packed up, just to get them off the floor. Turns out we don’t need about 70% of it. The trashcans are full already (again – last week was like this too), and it’s only Tuesday, and the county picked up trash yesterday. GAH. I might have to take some of it to the town center to dump it, and I already have yet another box of things to take to the Goodwill donation place.
Scents I wore last week, just in case you care: The Vagabond Prince Enchanted Forest (whoops, haven’t finished that review yet), Guerlain Vega, Teo Cabanel Alahine, which I should have already put away but it was COLD last week, and, just today, Parfums de Nicolai Le Temps d’une Fete, which I love beyond any singing of it.
Since watching the brutal-passion-and-sicko-revenge “classic” Wuthering Heights last week, I’ve been on the hunt for more Tom Hardy films. Have been watching clips on Youtube, and I am impressed.
Also: doing laundry. Trying to help Bookworm do a bit of research for a scholarship essay (NO, I’m not writing it! and anyways she doesn’t need me to!) for the Virginia Mayflower Society… we found out recently that The CEO’s grandmother was accepted as a member of the Maryland Mayflower Society in about 1929, as a descendant of John Alden. Interesting. Not that that makes The CEO special, or anything, but it’s interesting.
We heard yesterday that Gaze placed in the top 100 scorers on the written test for school winners of the Geographic Bee in Virginia, so he’ll head to the state competition early next month. Second year for him – we’re proud. I’m a little disappointed his cousin Curiosity won’t be going, but Curiosity (who’s also an 8th grader) lost a hard-fought contest for his school bee.
Yesterday’s mail also contained Bookworm’s acceptance letter from The College of William and Mary. I think she’s officially said no to Roanoke College at this time. Yale’s on the hook. Haven’t heard from Princeton or Wake Forest, but as far as I’m concerned, Yale and W&M are our two front-runners anyway. (Yeah, yeah, Princeton’s good. But is it BETTER than Yale? The way I see it, she’s really got two choices: Ivy League, or in-state. And I just think Yale’s a better fit for her personality than Princeton. I could be wrong, though, and William & Mary’s a very good school too.)
Taz, meanwhile, has advanced to 2nd place ranking in the school chess club. Yay for him! He and Gaze started track practice at the middle school yesterday as well.
More soon. I’m digging the Random Thoughts format, y’all.