August 28th, 2010

Tonight I'm going to be glad for two things.

One, that I can actually cook, and it actually tastes and smells and looks good, and that I don't have to eat absolutely horrible mush.

And two, that my eyes and imagination work (well!) and that I can fill up my hot water bottle, read a book till I'm tired and then just drift on off to sleep in a warm bed.

I hope you are glad too. :)

August 24th, 2010

Oh how absolutely, amazingly, incredibly, astoundingly, totally, completely, super dooperly glad I am for home.

And how I miss it,




everyday.

August 16th, 2010.

I am so glad for chicken.

Of the barbecued kind!

You made my ordinary salad tonight extraordinary.

I am glad BBQ chooks taste so good!

August 15th, 2010

Tonight I'm glad for the moon.

What a comforting, eerie sight.

I'm extra glad it looked just like a huge smile when I saw it before.

I'm glad it allowed me time to stop and smile for a while.

August 14th, 2010

Today I'm glad for hands.

I'm glad I have two, fully functioning, fully fingered and fully finger-nailed hands.

I'm glad that for my uni degree I have to stop chewing on my nails, because I've never had the right motivation before, just the same New Years resolution every year for as long as I can remember.

I'm glad that I can cook with my hands, because tonight I made a super easy chicken and sweet corn soup with my amazing hands, and the girl who put hers in the microwave's exploded, and then she had to clean up the whole microwave and have heaps artificial soup.

I'm so glad there is soup in the world.

August 12th, 2010.

This morning I am glad.

I am glad that even though I am sick I don't have a hideous cough like the boy in the room next door.

I'm glad that I don't wake people up with disgusting bodily noises, that I know proper hygiene practices and can muffle my cough with my arm, and most of all that I don't have the amount of phlegm he apparently has, and needs to quite loudly expel from his body.

I am glad that I don't think I ever have been or ever will be so gross when coughing, and that I know the inner workings of the throat (P.S heaps glad I'm at uni, rocking out an amazing course) and know that it will pass, while he makes every routine cough sound fatal.

I am glad I bought more cereal yesterday at the shops, because I'm going to go eat it now.
In my pyjamas.
:O !

August 11th, 2010.

"She's playing the game now, though--that blind lady is. Miss Wetherby told me."

"The--GAME?"

"Yes; the glad game. Didn't I tell you? Finding something in everything to be glad about"...

And Pollyanna, with her eyes on the shimmering beauty all about her, told of the little pair of crutches of long ago, which should have been a doll.

                                                                             _{Pollyanna Grows Up. By Eleanor H Porter.}