Gah, this is so bizarre. It's been almost 8 weeks since I posted last, and so, so, so much has happened. I don't know where to begin... I don't know what to tell you, and I don't know what I want to tell you... What a predicament.
Well, let's start with the basics to get you caught up: I finished sophomore year. I made two cakes for two people I adore. I attended two graduations. Four of my little cousins stayed at our house for a week and I took care of the baby - August. "Is this a people? Jenny, is this a people?!" (That was Olive, my three-year-old cousin that I LOVE! Even when she is being difficult, which is fairly often. Also, I'm her "Monster Friend"... Real charming, I know; I have Isaac to thank for that title.) I spent time planning for our Youth Conference (that includes the time I spent making 300 cookies for it - exciting - and a memorable trip to Costco) and I spent time pretending I'm cool, listening to French pop and rolling my sleeves up. I spent time in a satellite campus of heaven: a hot, dusty, small town in southeastern Utah called Montezuma Creek where horses roam free and where I met magnificent people and washed oobleck off the feet of children in giant kitchen sinks and walked on the railings of a bridge that spanned the lazy summer river. I met Tiny, I met Tarzan, I met Miko, Quinton, James, Sunshine, Teryn, Kayla, Javy, Dillion, Darnell, Kami, Carthenia, Sofie, Josie, Kirri, Sid, and Christian at Camp Einstein. I served with Ray and Oleta, Johanna, Peter, David, Autumn, Miss Susan, the Harvey family, the always outstanding Orton family, Diiny, Jenny, and the kindest and most helpful janitor in the world who unlocked Montezuma Creek Elementary School early so I could make 200 cookies for the campers... That's about 500 cookies in one month, 200 of them made in an industrial kitchen. Dreams really do come true. Oh, and super powers exist! I mean, Will Orton taught us all to make quicksand, we singlehandedly turned the entire riverbank into a death trap, and none of us died, so that's pleasant.
After that transcendental week, I traveled for 8+ hours in one day so I could make it to Bear Lake by Saturday night for the Minster family powwow. Lots of people in one vacation house... Lots of noise, lots of mess, lots of worry, but just as many smiles, hugs, walks, and just as much laughing, overall enjoyment, and tanning. Just kidding, I'm Minster-Asay pale, so instead of "white bread white" like I was previously, I am now, like, slightly less "white bread white". Except for my tummy... Casie, my redhead friend, could probably still beat me on midriff darkness, as she did last year and there is no reason why she wouldn't beat me this year. But yeah, Bear Lake was great, and now I've been back for a week and a half and that's been great too. Summer is magical. Like, tie-dye-stained hands magical, or late night Sherlock parties magical, or "oh my gosh, there's a lobster in the gully!" magical. Barefoot magical, early morning rain magical (Peter, Paul, and Mary reference! Extra points!), kitchen heat magical, that strange moment when you see Mme. Schroeter at Costco magical, 4th of July barbecue with Sara's lavender honey pie magical, ducks in the backyard magical, summer reading magical (sort of, I mean, Russian lit is bleak), homemade berry syrup magical, cause and effect magical. Summer makes you exceptionally happy to be alive, and it cultivates in you a fervent desire to live! It's fabulous!
No pierda un minuto no vive, ¡vive!
Scout
Shyness is nice, and shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life you'd like to;
Shyness is nice and shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life you'd like to
So if there's something you'd like to try,
If there's something you'd like to try,
Ask me I wont say no, how could I?
Coyness is nice, and coyness can stop you
From saying all the things in life you'd like to
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me I wont say no, how could I?
Spending warm Summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Because if it's not Love then it's the bomb,
The bomb, the bomb,the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
The bomb that will bring us together
Nature is a language - can't you read?
Nature is a language - can't you read?
So, ask me, ask me, ask me,
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Because if it's not Love then it's the bomb,
The bomb, the bomb,the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
The bomb that will bring us together
If it's not Love, then it's the bomb,
Then it's the bomb that will bring us together
So, ask me, ask me, ask me,
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Oh, la la la....
("Ask", The Smiths)
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