My Cardboard Balcony

It's been a relatively quiet week. I've had a couple of interviews, done a lot of volunteer work at my former elementary school, but other than that, not much besides my musings and occasional smatterings of writing. So it's a bit amusing to me that what's on my mind right now isn't my job search, or my future, or even the French movie I just watched. Instead, I'm thinking about the game of Scrabble I played with my parents a few hours ago. And yes, I was thinking of self-awareness earlier, as evidenced in one of my Poet Corner entries. But since I pretty much went over that, there's no sense in repeating myself. I had a strange hankering to whip out the board game, which I am notorious for not being so good at. Words come easily to me, obviously, but when left with a limited line of letters, I can't do much damage. Tonight, however, was different. I scored 148 points and beat both my parents as a result, my highest score for a word being 45 points.

My Favorite Daydream by Belinda Roddie I've always wanted to fly, to soar across the sky with the wind beneath my arms. That's what I love to daydream about! I daydream about flying everywhere I go, including malls, school, soccer games, etc. A lot of people want to fly, and I'm one of them. Sometimes I daydream about flying so much; it feels like I'm in a different galaxy! I don't pay attention because I love daydreaming about flying so much. Oh, sure, people love to daydream about being famous or having an imaginary friend, but what about flying? Some people I know daydream about flying. They don't think flying's useful! I think flying's the best way to travel. Traveling by car's okay. Boats aren't bad. Trains, fine. But flying is the best, and I mean best, way to travel. Flying would be my favorite hobby if I could fly. I daydream about flying over the world like an airplane, flying over tall buildings, or just flying a few feet ab

At our northern cabin, there is a spectacular view of a lake behind a monstrous growth of redwoods. It looks very green from a distance, but if you edge closer to it, the hues of the grass shy away to reveal the light blue of the sky overhead. At night, when the swarms of stars and cosmic dust emerge in swirls and whirlwinds, you can see the water glitter.