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From snow to sun to snow
I am back from sunny Florida. I spent the week in West Palm Beach with my family. I was nice to leave the cold and the snow, to enjoy a few days of warm weather and sunshine. We spent the beginning of the week in WPB, spent 2 days in Orlando, visited my grandparents in Okeechobee (they spend the winter there) and came back to WPB for the last couple of days. I had a very nice week.
It was my first time on a plane. We took 4 different planes during the whole trip. It's not that bad. I actually found it very cool. However, the huge headaches I got on some flights weren't pleasant. My ears didn't bother me one bit. I won't be eating gum for a very long time. lol. We went back to Walt Disney World, but this time only to the Magic Kingdom. Three years ago, we visited all of the Disney Florida parks. I finally got my ride in Splash Mountain. What an experience! I was so scared the whole way. I felt so small and shaky. But it was totally worth it. Oh the adrenaline! We went back to favourites like the Haunted Mansion (which still scares me at some points), and checked out new features like a very cool 3D movie (I forgot the title but it was so amazing). My tip to Disney travelers: bring a lunch. All the sit down restaurants are completely booked and the over-the-counter food is discusting (and pricey). Unless you like eating bizarre vegetarian wraps with mysterious yellow paste inside. We also visited Sea World which, surprisingly, I didn't like very much. I thought I would be excited to see all those sea animals... but it was nothing spectacular. The only real good part was buying the cutest turtle (stuffed animal). The sight of a single polar bear, inside a small room, without snow, almost brought me to tears. He must be so unhappy. We came back last night. I was actually happy to feel the cold and see the snow (I could have passed on the slushy streets though). It's not stuffy here. I feel lucky to be able to experience all the seasons in Ontario. We have hot summers, cool winters, and all those leaf changes in between. Although the Florida sun gave me a boost of energy, I would trade my slushy streets to have it all year round. It makes it more special this way. Things on which I overdosed in Florida: - chocolate chip cookies - popcorn - wraps (sandwiches) - subs - mint flavoured gum - bottled water - eggs - strawberries The closing ceremonies of the Olympics are today. I really want to watch that. We had a canadian satellite in our condo in WPB, so we got to see a lot of the games. Canada is doing so well. I am very proud to call myself a Canadian.  Merci Kass et Jazzy pour les commentaires. Hope everyone has a nice week.
One Art
"One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop (1976)
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. ---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. We studied this poem in class today. I found it very interesting and meaningful, which is why I decided to post it here. Things are going very well for me. Busy though. Not much time to watch the Olympics, which is sad. The winter break is also approaching very soon. Yay! Thanks Kass, Jazzy and Rachel.
1994-2006
My dog was put to sleep last Thursday. She had a heart condition, which damaged her lungs. She started getting sick last summer but, miraculously, recovered and was well for another 6 months (she seemed in perfect shape). She started coughing again (yes, dogs can cough) in early January. She was put back on medications, but the condition only got worst. So after 11 years of coexisting with our little white princess, we took the very hard but right decision. We said goodbye.
December 1994. The news was way too much for me to take. We would have a dog. I hated dogs. I was scared of dogs. A dog would change everything in my family. A dog would eventually die. I was 11 years old. When we got her, my father made a deal with me: after 1 month, if I still didn't want the dog, he would bring it back. My mother and sister pannicked. My father knew I would change my mind. I did. I loved that small ball of fur. She grew up with me, followed me along everywhere. Saw me cry, dance around looking crazy, heard me sing, scream and always slept by the bathroom door when I was taking a shower. She was a great dog, very smart. She loved chasing rabbits and squirels. She loved carots and popcorn (we could never say these words in front of her... she went crazy). She liked getting her little white fur cut. We all miss her. I love dogs now (of course, there are always exceptions). My week was busy and filled with life changing events. It was nonetheless a good week. I hope everyone enjoyed theirs. Thanks to Fran, Kass, Jazzy, Elisa, Noelle, Rachel, Nix for the comments.Archives:
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