Come hither... let us think

It's funny the things you think about when you are thinking. After two miserably sick days for all of us, I felt surprisingly rested and well lying in bed last night waiting for sleep to take me. And it occurred to me- he made them disappear. Have you seen this movie, The Illusionist? At the beginnning of the movie, there is a scene where the best friends in young love run away trying to escape the powers that be forcing their separation and she says to the boy, newly practiced in magic tricks, "Make us disappear," in desperation hoping to escape forever, but he can't do it and they are ripped apart seemingly forever. But in the end- don't read this if you haven't seen it- he does it, he makes them disappear... it's fantastic writing! I'm lying there thinking, "He really did- he made them disappear! How brilliant!"

Which brings me to my next thought, "Is it inclusion or foreshadowing?" These simple literary lessons being stacked in sections as we continue -- let me interrupt here to say that Leila is standing next to the wall beside me; there's an arch between the dining room and living room and in the arch the wall is wide, also the floorboards are thick and high, but only in the sense of floorboards, in reality they are about half an inch out from the wall and the wall is maybe 6-7 inches thick. All that to say she's leaning against the wall and trying to sit on the top edge of the floorboard, and all the sudden she slides completely down, feet first, onto the floor in a *shwoop*. She is so funny! --as we continue the laborious process of studying HOW TO READ THE BIBLE FOR ALL ITS WORTH. That, my friends, is another feature of a narrative, where repitition resumes the narrative after it is interrupted. Repitition is a significant attention grabber pulling the reader's attention into the plot.

For months I have not been pressed to write... my ramblings, rather, I've ensconced in fiction requiring nothing but time and the energy it takes to type. However, the tide has changed and I have so much to think about that I'm compelled to write. Surely my readers have given up on finding anything new here because most of you talk to me on a regular basis, but if you have found me here before, you will certainly find me here again.

P.S. For HOW TO READ studiers: It's chaism(a)... if you have read the chapter, that was probably the most confusing feature, but here it is in simple terms. Not in the movie, it's in the paragraph above. The writer uses the ABCCBA plotline... it starts A:literary features B:Leila on the wall C: the structure of the wall C: detailed structure of the wall B: Leila back on the wall and falls A: literary features. S

*sigh*

Hello to you, my faithful friends and readers! Please forgive; I have not been available to attend to my current literary venture due to the gaping ditch running the length of my driveway. Having five children and no access to the facilities is an impossibility in the winter in Nebraska. SO I promise to attend to the afore mentioned venture in due time. Meanwhile if you are looking for a good read, I've heard there is a new post on www.bigafrican.blogspot.com that you might take an interest in. See you next post...

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Outside.

A litte here... I managed to clean up the masses of confetti from the 10:07 countdown to the new year with the kids and was thinking about the year we had New Years with the Suttons and Dana said she was cleaning it up for weeks. Fortunately I had the foresight to say, "We don't need to use all these," and tuck them behind the punch bowl. Thank you Sista bringing your party favors, and lucky for us we'll have some for next year! Woohoo!

Now we're waiting for the events of the day to unfold; looks like we'll head out into the cold, bundled to the hilt with sleds, boxes, and trash bags. I used to be fun. In college they called school off one time due to drastic weather conditions; and being that we lived on campus, the foot of snow meant we were stuck. So like resourceful students, we raided the kitchen of giant pots and serving trays and belly-flopped down the hill all morning, afternoon, and night. Let me tell you, it was the time of my life. (back then) I did risk life and limb for the thrill of one more trek down the hill after dark, which by that time was a sheet of ice, and I flew down the hill, into the ditch, up the other side in a spinning blur and landed hard in the middle of the street, which was something I failed to anticipate. Fun stuff.

Now I'm busy; a busy, boring mom with little energy for fun. So after the suggestion was brought to the table, I forged past the busy boringness of who I have become, back into the adventurous being I used to be and decided we should go. So we're going.

Woohoo.