after our long drive, we decided to stop at our favorite pizza place, sergi’s in potsdam, and spoil ourselves for a bit. we hopped out of the van and started walking towards sergi’s. someone from down at the field’s yelled out to us. and i turned to my sister and said, “that’s right. we’re in potsdam again. everyone knows us.” yup, we’re home. i do have to say, potsdam is alive again. the students are back.
we came home with more then we went down with — and i’m not just talking about weight gained from all the food we inhaled over the past few days. my aunt sent my sister and i shopping yesterday and although julia didn’t find anything she really loved, i did, and i bought it. another purchase was made in chinatown last night. i just love shopping when i have money to buy things. : )
i sat in the kitchen trying to write down all the messages on the machine. my brain wasn’t working correctly and i had to listen to every message a few times to get all the info. “hi, this is pete for rick… hello, this is katie for richard… good afternoon, this is candy for rick sinclair…” and then suddenly i perked up. “hi. this is lore and i’m actually calling for louissa.” i say i hate talking on the phone, but having people call me is so grand. i also love getting real mail. it seriously makes my day — and it can be like the simple thank you card that i got this past week and i’m thrilled. i don’t know, just something about it makes me feel special.
here. i’ll pull a brietta one.
would you still love me if i looked like this?
would you still hang out with me if i looked like this?
you don’t have to actually answer the questions if you don’t want. : )