Pretty daffodil So..... I wanted to sleep in today. I didn't get to. Last night was lame. Priscilla slept on my pillows. yay for me? I ate poptarts and ripped uphollow. Dad and I set out on our saturday morning adventure. Nothing worth buying at DI. we drove down state street, past eric, talking about food and how hungry we were for indian food. We went down to where India house used to be, and found that it was still open. so we went in and had a fabulous lunch. tandoori chicken and naan and chicken curry and samosa. YUUUUUM. candied carroway seeds are so tasty. Dad wanted ice cream, so we decided not to get the lovely mango stuff there and went to the arctic circle by the house in midvale. It was so creepy driving down state street, back to wasatch. sitting at the light by seven eleven was positively unnerving. looking at trade winds, and remembering everything that's happened in that area over the course of nearly 16 years. Went past coolidge, roosevelt, grant streets, and turned on olympus. what an unfamiliar sight, but a comforting one met my eyes. we drove by, i pointed out all kinds of things that had change,d people who lived different places. the petersons still live next door to 266. lee's old truck was hitched to the falling apart trailor. so many memories. it hurts to think about them. house, anastasia, being pelvically slammed into brandon, the tornado a mile away, spice girls concert, kissing chace in the closet. sooo much. 12 years seems like such a long time and i know that in like ten or twenty years, i'll look back and think of it as a mere moment in time. so we drove past. who ever is living in the house really loves it. went out past missy's house and the ward and mikey's house. people were mowing the lawn at zions bank. drove the little bit down center street, past where robyn used to live, past devin's house, i cant believe i remember him, and into the parking lot at arctic circle. i almost couldn't go in. it was like every moment i'd spent before in that restaurant flooded back to me. it nearly knocked me over. we got our shakes and sat and watched the train go by, listening to the constant whoosh of cars and the echo between what the guy at the drive up was saying, and when it came out the speaker to the customer. left, went past the creepy laundromat and family dollar, past the cabin. dad checked out another house. where we would have turned was the street that led to the park. i asked dad if we could go sit there and eat our icecream. it makes me happy that they haven't further destroyed that playground. i just sort of stared nonchalantly out the window at the elementary school. i spent 7 years of my life at that school. i closed my eyes and i could see us running around the feild and searching for caterpillars in the bushes, and playing tag around the hexagonal pole, jumping in the huge dipped puddle, walking across the chalked on country, and flipping off the tall wavy bars. field day and ice sliding. Kyle and Mikey came to my mind. it made me smile a bit. and scream inside. i remember playing baseball against the teachers at the diamond and actually winning. daddy finished what he wanted and we left, going west on center street. past the front of the elementary, memories of mine from each doorway.. kindergarten, first grade, sixth grade out front, third and fifth at the east end, 2nd on the far corner doors, and fourth out by the portables. past catalpa street, casablanca, city hall. all the places that stand out vividly in my mind. i guess i was quiet on the way home. i was so deep in thought and wrapped up in those thoughts and memories that i didn't have any energy to talk. i just wanted to take a nap and cry. but i don't want my father crowding around me, making sure i'm okay . he doesn't know what is hidden. for emergencies only. we are going to dye eggs today. i want to spend the night at home. desperate for it. it is 5. eric will be home soon and then we can go home and boil and dye and paint eggs. i dont know why. i don't think we're doing anything for easter or whatever. but oh well i guess. they like to eat the eggs, and i like to decorate them. i want to make a striped egg today. we always have so much fun. easter makes me feel like a little kid, and it makes me think of bubble-blowing lawnmowerse, egg hunts at grandma's and st. pats, and little three year old oohing and ahhing sounds. cheerio.