Lousy Days and Lawn Mowers

Recently I commented on a friend, Elenatintil's blog about lawn mowing. Coincidentally, I was pressed into mowing the lawn that very evening. That day was particularly abysmal (a word here meaning dreadful or lousy) for me. Work was piling up, I didn't feel well, and I ended up babysitting my little sister while trying to cook dinner. After things had calmed down, all I wanted to do was veg out in front of the TV and forget about all the math that was waiting for me when I got around to finishing my homework. Instead, I was Jedi-mind-tricked into agreeing to mow the lawn. After and hour and forty-five minutes of sweaty and the mind-numbing task of pushing a heavy, electronic version of a baby stroller with blades underneath, I felt much better. Oddly. After that, I washed up, went outside, and planted some flowers, felt ten-times better, and still didn't want to finish my math.

Six Word Journal, Day Two (yesterday):

Happy Birthday to my amazing mother!

PS In case any of you were wondering, yes, my parents' birthdays are one right after the other, and my dad is exactly 1 day older than my mom. How sweet is that? 

River Sticks and Birthday Wishes

I don't have time for much today, but I had an interesting dream. So keeping with the 10-lb. Marshmallow Challenge spirit I'll tell you about it.

I was near this river, and I was with a massive group of people and we all had sticks about 1m long. The river was lined with trees, and looked like it was winding through a forest. We were told that our job was to go along the river, and "clean" it with our sticks. So we walked in and along the river (it wasn't very deep) until we got to a place where the river just stopped. It looked like it was plugged up with sand and to "clean" the river we had to push the sand away with our sticks. So all of us are standing there swinging our sticks trying to clean out this river. Apparently it was very important, because when I woke up to the sound of my roommate's hair dryer my subconscious self tried to go back to sleep and finish cleaning out the river!
Pretty. Odd.

In other news...

Your Day in Six Words

This was a challenge I got off of a website. To keep a journal for everyday for six months summarizing your day in six words. So, for day one (yesterday):

Happy birthday to my wonderful father!