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Dickety
Forgot to mention the other day...
It struck me on the 6th that I haven't made my applesauce in awhile. After reflecting for a moment, I realized it was a month to the day since I made it last. Strange, I thought. Then I remembered there were thirty days in September, so technically a full month would have gone by the following day. And on the 7th, without hardly a hint of a craving, I made a big bowl of applesauce.
Enough about that, though.
Tonight was the annual horse sale reunion with the relatives, and in continuing the tradition of years past, it was even more awkward and forced this time. I should not have gone. Ugh. Amy told me I'm "looking good," but that just reinforces my notion that Mom is telling everyone I'm trying to lose weight, which is the last thing I want. I'd prefer the results to speak for themselves, and that way if I screw up, I won't have the greater population of my immediate world watching anxiously at the sidelines.
New A-mail today. It was a bit of perfect timing too, as I really wanted the diversion, first of all, and secondly, today was the first day I said "Okay, now" instead of "please not today, please not today" when I checked my inbox. It started out with a bit of flattery which I was more than happy to receive, as it related to my artistic abilities and not to my eyewear this time. But then it got worse. He mentioned traveling the world again, not once, but THREE times. THREE! He said he even had a long, deep discussion about his future plans with his friend. If Emma has taught me anything it's not to make serious assumptions about the feelings of others before they reveal them to us. Then again, she had no idea Mr. Knightley was in love with her when it was obvious to the rest of us (well, me anyway). Am I wrong to suppose that here is one of the places he wants to visit? Unfortunately for him, that's still the last thing I want at the moment. And the contrasts between him and the other pet of my secret dotings, Jack, aren't doing the poor fellow any service. Oh, great. What to say, what to say... or as my hero would have it, "So how should I presume?"
Mom's made pumpkin bars for her trip tomorrow, despite the great pumpkin shortage of Ought Nine. Smells gorgeous.
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