It’s my day off, and I’m feeling pretty good about that. Lots done this morning. First, I was able to finish my work for my Regent class (hurray!) and get it sent off in the mail. I know I’ve done the best I can, and I’m pretty happy with how the paper turned out. I finally settled on writing about pilgramge motifs in two of C.S. Lewis’ books, Perelandra and The Horse and His Boy—specifically the themes of calling, struggle, and epiphany. It made for a neat compare and contrast, and it was nice to be able to pick the topic as well.
I was able to schedule doctor appointments for both of us—not always an easy feat in this town. Then there was plethora of errands to run: cheques to the bank, papers to mail, and car to get gas (finally got things working at the third gas station I tried—go Safeway!), and then to GM to drop the car off for its semi-annual inspection—which sounds like some sort of army test where cars have to run a ropes course or something. During the ride back home The Cars came on the radio—seemed somewhat fitting.
So the start of this new week is a bit of a turning point: off with my Lewis paper and onto the next class I might take, and off with summer and onto fall. Or maybe even winter—it was only 3 degrees above today! Last night we were at Mom and Dad’s and I remember it felt so much like Christmas, or some holiday, though I’m not sure why—just the feeling in the air. I like winter, but sometimes it feels like a bully crowding out the other seasons on the playground.
Ah, Sarah’s home! Gotta go!