Let me start out with My Family ROCKs!
I love you all!
Y'all make it so much more bearable to be alone up here. I couldn't do it without your support.
Its really tough making the adjustmentI want to be at home with my family, my stuff, my food and where I'm comfortable.
But, it will get better. Its already better than yesterday.
There are not enough synonyms for "Thank you".
There are not enough synonyms for "Thank you".
This morning I made eggs with cheese for me, Peter and Rick. From then on I have been doing little odds and ends jobs: typing up iteneraries, proofing flight information and helping Peter transfer his script. But, most of the day I spent writing out envelopes for all of the students for the August workshop. I think I must have written at least 200 envelopes.
Above is a picture of my bed with the AWESOME purple sleeping bag. BTW, Mom and Family you must send me my pillowcase very soon. The one with the Bible verses on it. I missed it very much the first night when I reallized that I didn't have it. Also, in the picture you can see Caper who is always in my way.
Here is the awesome package that I received this morning: It is a journal from Mom, Dad, Alex and Savannah. I love it. I wanted to cry as soon as I opened it.
BTW, if anyone wants to send me letters my address is:
Chelsea Moore
Peter Sklar
68-A Croton Dam Rd
Ossining, NY 10562
Well, I have to get to bed. I am supposed to go shopping for juices in the morning.
Love you all
Thank you continuously for the prayers. Keep 'em coming.
5 comments:
Shopping for juices?
Heh...
Shopping for different types, ie. fruits, or different brands? Is there an elusive collector's edition that everyone who's anyone is vying to obtain?
Well, I debated whether to do this or not, but apparently I have no self control...
"A drop of sweat fell from her nose. The journey had been brutal. It wouldn't have been so bad, crossing that rushing river, had she not had to beat off the crocodiles. The 40 mile trek through the mountain passes of Machu Pichu were trecherous, but bearable. The worst part was the random encounters with the pygmies. All that had seperated her from their poison darts had been her quick wits and the hand grenades that Robert had insisted she take with her. She owed him dinner for that insistance.
She refocused her efforts and resumed her climb up the sheer cliff face. Hand over hand she proceeded until, finally, she hoisted herself over the edge. With one backward glance over the precipice she had scaled, she proceeded into the ruins. Without fail, she followed the directions that she had received so long ago. She remembered, fondly, the ancient native medicine man that had made her repeat, time and again, the precise route through the traps that would take her to her objective.
Some time later, she entered the antechamber and saw it. It sat on a pedestal, dust motes drifting through the shaft of sunlight that fell upon it as if the very angels of heaven were gazing down. She picked it up and caressed it lovingly before putting it in her pack. The trip back would be just as hard, but the prize she had just acquired was no doubt worth the effort.
She could now count herself as one of the few people on earth to ever possess it.
Mother Johnson's Orchard 100% Hand squeezed Pomegranate Juice...at last, she could have all parts of this nutritionally balanced breakfast."
Sorry...no self control. Guess I was thinking about Indy.
Well, enjoy your juice spree.
I hope you like the journal. Savannah picked out the custom blue marble end papers.
I washed your pillowcase before you left with the intention of putting it in your suitcase. Sorry! I will mail it to you!
Alex just wants to "tell her that...that this family isn't a family without all members and we have lost a member of our family. Love, Alex"
Mom called this morning to check on you. She says to call or drop her a line if you get a chance.
Love you so much, sweetheart. We all miss you like crazy.
Mom
ok ok
i have NO wittyism
BUT.... yesterday me and alex went for like a 2 hour (no exaggeration this time) hike in the woods and we got totally lost and alex had food and i thought we were g2 starve cause i got turned around so i wouldn't let him eat his fruit roll up (don't kill me i didn't buy those for him =/) because it might be our only food.
it was hot
it was dis-orienting
it was tiring
i stunk
i sweated
i got eaten alive
it was WICKED!
well i made it home thanks to Baloo and a turtle friend who was our landmark who actually moved and got us even MORE confused!
went swimming w/efan
baloo swims with us now =]
I don't know who's story is more dramatic. Savannah's or Paul's. One is frought with intense detail, yet the other is drenched with real-time, real-world urgency and panic.
I am afraid to say the winner is...
Alexander for his wonderfully, tear-jerking simplicity and love.
Yay!!!!
I'm glad you liked the journal. We spent a lot of time making right just for you.
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