Cabbages and Kings

An Essay By Anna // 1/18/2011


Here I am, Tuesday afternoon. I have a scant half hour of internet time, then (if my sister Caroline doesn't wake up from her nap) an hour of writing on the computer in  my brother's room. And I haven't posted on ApricotPie yet this month, so here I am.

I have several others windows up, because I'm an overly ambitious person and like to think I can multitask. I want to email Kyleigh and some other friends, read some fanfictions, and finish the new canto of Closer by Kestrel. "You Can Have Me" by Sidewalk Prophets is playing - a jewel I found through one of my rare radio-listening moments.

A day in the life. Breathe deeply. Ahhhhhhhh.

By the way, Closer? Breathtaking. My heart is pounding from having soared around a memory-room. Not to mention excitement at the Doctor Who reference. Geekiness is best shared, I think.

And Kyleigh? Her ankle is sprained.

I have a scar across the knuckles of my left hand.

Let's try that sentence in a descriptive way.

An old but visible scar blotches on the knuckles of my cold left hand. I acquired the little beauty a couple of years ago in a bike accident. If you know me well enough, you'd be surprised I was doing anything daredevil enough to cause an accident. I'll never tell. My hand is cold because I live in Michigan and it's January. That means I won't see the sun for... oh, another couple of months.

Long sigh. Ahhhhhhh.

We had one day of sun a few weeks ago, and I went around my block and took pictures, but stupidly deleted them all, and now there's no more sun. But there is Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There to transport me away from this slushy snowglobe.

I hear the Doctor's voice over my shoulder: "Is this how time normally passes? Very... slowly?"

But, in true Wonderland fashion, Time is dreadfully inconsistent, and I must away.



 Just wanted to say I liked the essay. It rambled yet made an otherworldly bit of perfect sense. You were descriptive and captured a few moments wonderfully.

 Also, I'm new here. Would you comment on my work?

Kathleen | Tue, 01/18/2011


This was a nice little essay... very relaxing...Cold hands and cold feet in the winter are so annoying.... Don the socks and the gloves!

Elizabeth | Tue, 01/18/2011


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine


I love this essay for several reasons, not least of which is references to my work. It's amazing

Julie | Tue, 01/18/2011

Formerly Kestrel

:)  I remember you telling me

I remember you telling me about that bike accident.

We haven't seen the sun for a few days, either. It's been drizzling. It's so frustrating, I want proper rain. I'm cold because someone (Nate) insists on having the AC on at night when it's 60 degrees outside.

Time is slow mid-week. At the beginning of the week, it's fast. Tuesday and Wednesday, it drags.

My ankle is almost better... still a bit swollen and tender, though.

Kyleigh | Tue, 01/18/2011

Very attention-grabbing. I

Very attention-grabbing. I like how you always manage to both ramble and be concise at the same time, somehow. HOW?! :P

Sarah | Wed, 01/19/2011

"Sometimes even to live is courage."

Blogging away!

Ha, I love it! I have a big

Ha, I love it! I have a big purple scar on my knee from a bike accident.....It's faded now, but it used to be disgusting, lol. Where I am, it's 60 degrees half of the time and 40 the other half. The weather is being extremely funky.

E | Wed, 01/19/2011

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Hee hee, thanks for

Hee hee, thanks for commenting, guys.

Kyleigh: I've decided it makes a better story when left mysteriously untold. ;)

Anna | Fri, 01/21/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief


Wonderland does always come to the rescue......

Bernadette | Sat, 01/22/2011