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Wednesday, May 02, 2007

[ of pants, pets, and pearls ]

Today I continued sorting out my stuff. Nothing special really. There were a lot of visitors in the house earlier, come to look at our buyables. First there were two of my preschool teachers - I studied nursery and kindergarten in our village school. They took a look at our books, and the bookshelf, and teacher Carina bought the old art table. Also there was Louine's neighbor Sisa, I think she's buying one of the study-desks. Then there was a nice lady with a lot of kids who bought all sorts of books.

Aside from all that, I took out my old play jewelry - none of which I've touched for ages, to sort them out. And then I went to Louine's to lend her the fourth Sisterhood book. When my sister and I got home, we saw a girl walking her dogs. Our new dog (which doesn't really belong to us), Aron, took a look at them and barked. The dogs went crazy. I didn't know what to do, since Aron hardly knows me. The girl took care of it herself. If I were her I wouldn't be able to.

Basically, that's all that happened today. I don't know why I'm writing this. I guess for memories, or I'm just bored.

"It would be easy to say that the pants changed everything that summer. But looking back now I feel like our lives changed because they had to, and that the real magic of the pants was in bearing witness to all of this and in somehow holding us together when it felt like nothing would ever be the same again. "
- Carmen Lowell, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

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