Reflections from the Bus Stop, the Backyard, and the 8th Floor.

This is me. For once. 

There is something poetic about sitting on a bag on a bus stop. Last Tuesday I spent a lot of time doing that. I mastered three different bus routes and walked approximately three miles. The result was I traded in clothes at Plato's Closet and got in turn shoes (so I can stop borrowing my sister's shoes every time I need to dress up), an easter dress (with pockets!) a tank top and t-shirt (for camp). I went to Target, which was in the same shopping center, then went to a different shopping center and got groceries then walked home. Bus 9 took me to school that morning. I took bus 8 to the first shopping center and back to the depot where I got on bus 7 which took me to the next shopping center. From there I walked home.
I got to my second bus stop of the day more than ten minutes early and just sat and enjoyed the moment. The sun was on my left side and the wind was on my right. I watched the cars coming waves and a lot of them the speeding through the red lights. It was peaceful time. Listening to an awesome song.

This was from this past Wednesday. She wouldn't tell me what
we were making as we added cupfuls of dirt to the water
then we gathered sticks to drop in there then she starts with,
"Oh yes, these are looking beautiful." What were we making?
Chocolate colored pretzels. 

Moving on to the back yard. I babysit and awesome kid for the sake of discretion I will call her Amelia, she's seven. Last Wednesday I went to their house and we made soup out of water and stuff found in the yard. Amidst phrases like, "I think that flower was a good addition." and "These colors are really working." She was brainstorming how to better the soup.
Disclaimer: She loves the cooking channel. Yes she's seven.
The first issue we ran into was a more solid base. Amelia suggested, "We need chicken stock." I had to ask where she planned on getting some and she responded, "The kitchen." I didn't see her mom loving that so I suggested dirt. She bought it. In reality I was deterring from what I knew was coming. She is an incredibly creative thinker and there were two dogs walking around. You can all guess where I saw her search for chicken stock going. Then she decided we needed chicken. Once again I asked her how she thought we could represent that. She looked around and hit me with, "A bird?" Had to look really object there. We ended up with leaves. Then came the discussion of how to cook it. Of course it was going in the play house then she said we should bake it not cook it.
"Does your mom make soup in the oven?" she thought for a minute.
"Maybe not, but I know Rachel has."
I stopped to think about what her aunt's name was then had ask, "Who's Rachel?"
She looked taken aback, "You don't know Rachel Ray?!"
All I could do was laugh.

Finally the eighth floor.
This picture is my number two reason that Greensboro works for me. This is not the edge of the city. There is so much city below that tree line. I love the fact that there are so many trees and they are so big and old that the majority of the city is below them. This is what I looked at out of the window that was next to the desk that I wrote at on the 8th floor of Jackson Library. Lovely. Yes I did get the paper done. Thanks for asking.




Currently jamming to "How You Like Me Now" by The Heavy. Still working on getting that video, pardon it. : )