During my spring break, I decided that I wanted Marcie, my pet hairless rat, to see more people. Until then, she hadn't left the house since the day I picked her up. I packed up all of her stuff and left Fiona, my albino rat, at home alone. I left her with enough food and water to keep her happy until I came back. I put Marcie in her traveling box, wrapped it in a blanket, (remember, Marcie's hairless), and set off for home.
The car ride was scary because of the ice. I made sure to be super careful, not only for me, but for Marcie too. I hate driving on ice, so it took me an hour and a half to get to Thief River Falls. I spent some time with my boyfriend and his daughter before heading even further north to Middle River. Marcie didn't seem like she minded all of the travel at all. She like to sniff around and see what was going on. Most of the trip, she sat contently in her bedding and watched the world go by.
When we made it to my mom's house, my little brothers had a million questions. My favorite question came from my youngest brother, Jesse. We were sitting in my old bedroom watching Marcie lap water from her dish when he asked, "Why is Marcie so wrinkly? Is she an old hamster?". To which I had to explain for the millionth time that Marcie was a rat, and not a hamster. My little brothers asked to pet her, but I'm a little overly protective of her, she's so small and delicate.
After some time at my mom's, I took Marcie with me to my dad's house in Thief River Falls. Our dog, Jackson, sniffed at her cage, wondering what she was. I think he stayed away from her because he was a little scared. It was fun to watch Marcie eat and drink her water and pounce around her cage at my dads. Marcie was interested in the new things that were happening around her. She sat on top of her rock house and observed us. Soon, it was time to go back home.
I repacked all of our things and took off for Grand Forks. It felt good to get out of Grand Forks after several months. I needed to get out for a while. I think it was good for Marcie too, because she's at home all the time. When we got home, Fiona was sleeping in her space house. Her plastic name tag for her cage was nowhere to be found. I found it later on the floor of her cage, chewed up and useless. I figured that it could've been a lot worse. I was glad to be home, and I think Marcie was too. It's nice to get out, but it's also nice to be home.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Desert Lightning
For some reason, my favorite memory is the lightning in the desert. When I was five, my family moved from San Diego, California to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. We drove through the desert for several days, and one night we got caught in a thunderstorm. We were driving through a desert wasteland, in almost pitch black darkness, when I heard the thunder. The car shook from the noise, but then the lightning came. I could see it emerge from a cloud and rush to meet the Earth followed by a nearly deafening crack. I was scared, but my mom assured me that it would be okay. It happened several more times. I will never forget how the lightning filled the car with radiant light for only milliseconds before it disappeared forever. Maybe it's my favorite memory because the image was so strong to me back then that it burned into my mind. It was a symbol of mother nature's power over us, the poor and defenseless beings that are just visitors in her world.
A Quote From Adams
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
Douglas Adams is one of my favorite authors. His books are funny and entertaining. This quote from Adams in one of my all time favorites. I can relate to it because I sometimes think I'm a bit off course in my life. I remember that I wanted to start college in Thief River Falls, but I ended up in Grand Forks. I actually like it here, so I wouldn't change it. I think that we end up where we are for a reason. I may not understand why I am in this time and place, but one day, I'll understand the full extent of my fate.
Another quote that I like from Adams:
“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt
I sometimes think I'm the world's worst procrastinator. Sometimes I wait until the day an assignment is do to actually do it, (Hence the super late blog entries). I relate to this quote because I'm not very good with deadlines, I tend to put stuff off until the last minute, which ends up stressing me out. I like this quote because it pokes fun at deadlines.
― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
Douglas Adams is one of my favorite authors. His books are funny and entertaining. This quote from Adams in one of my all time favorites. I can relate to it because I sometimes think I'm a bit off course in my life. I remember that I wanted to start college in Thief River Falls, but I ended up in Grand Forks. I actually like it here, so I wouldn't change it. I think that we end up where we are for a reason. I may not understand why I am in this time and place, but one day, I'll understand the full extent of my fate.
Another quote that I like from Adams:
“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt
I sometimes think I'm the world's worst procrastinator. Sometimes I wait until the day an assignment is do to actually do it, (Hence the super late blog entries). I relate to this quote because I'm not very good with deadlines, I tend to put stuff off until the last minute, which ends up stressing me out. I like this quote because it pokes fun at deadlines.
An Old Post
I'd like to share my post from my other blog, ratmomma.blogspot.com, which I wrote in the middle of my spring break:
"Spring Break! Already half way over way too fast. I almost had no time to rest at all.
For spring break I went back home, which is a small town (306 people on the town sign) in rural Minnesota. Going back to see my brothers was so much fun. I missed them more than I could believe. My brothers are growing up so fast, which makes me think of how much it sucks to be the oldest.
Sure, maybe some of you think that being the oldest would be fun; parents give you more freedom and you earn privileges before your younger siblings. Okay, so that part wasn't that bad. I might even be the reason why my brothers will have very early curfews later in high school (my bad).
While some perks come with the job of being an older sibling (well, the oldest sibling), there is a lot of set backs, most of which I didn't realize until I left the nest for the "Forks". In middle school, I wasn't in sports most of the year, which made me the babysitter. When I started high school, my brothers took over as babysitters while I was away for sports and other extra curriculars. I ended up being so busy with school that, as my time in high school became shorter and shorter, I was becoming more and more distant from my family. It wasn't until I moved to Grand Forks that I felt totally separated from my family, because I was so far away.
Going back seemed to have opened an old wound that the busyness of my current life was holding shut. I didn't realize how much I missed my brothers until I went to see them again. It felt strange to see my brothers now, they've grown so much since I've seen them last. It's only been months, but it's seemed like years. I felt so out of place in my own family, it hurt just to be in my old house. I never realized how cold it was in the house until I went back. The heat was barely on, I had to wear two pairs of socks just to walk around. I felt like a visitor instead of a family member.
I broke this morning. I was laying in my old room (which now belongs to my younger brother, Kayden) and listened to the family as they got ready to leave the house for jobs and school. Before they left, my two youngest brothers came in the hugged me goodbye. My youngest brother, Jesse, said "I'll miss you Jana". I have a connection with Jesse. Jesse has an autism spectrum disorder, and I understand him pretty well. He's sometimes hard to understand, but he is one of the smartest kids I have ever met. He's socially deficient, but excels mentally. I broke down after my brothers left me in the room. They're growing up, and I'm a hundred miles away.
Shortly after that, my mom and Greg had a fight over milk. This kind of stuff happened all the time when I lived there, but I wasn't used to it anymore, so I broke down again. My mom came in and asked if I was okay, and I blamed my tears on a panic attack. It was a lie, I broke down because I felt like a stranger. Maybe it'll get better, who knows, maybe it'll never change. I used to belong here and now I'm an alien on the planet I used to thrive on. I don't know where I belong anymore. I hope that, as time goes on, I can find my place in the world, otherwise, I'll wander."
"Spring Break! Already half way over way too fast. I almost had no time to rest at all.
For spring break I went back home, which is a small town (306 people on the town sign) in rural Minnesota. Going back to see my brothers was so much fun. I missed them more than I could believe. My brothers are growing up so fast, which makes me think of how much it sucks to be the oldest.
Sure, maybe some of you think that being the oldest would be fun; parents give you more freedom and you earn privileges before your younger siblings. Okay, so that part wasn't that bad. I might even be the reason why my brothers will have very early curfews later in high school (my bad).
While some perks come with the job of being an older sibling (well, the oldest sibling), there is a lot of set backs, most of which I didn't realize until I left the nest for the "Forks". In middle school, I wasn't in sports most of the year, which made me the babysitter. When I started high school, my brothers took over as babysitters while I was away for sports and other extra curriculars. I ended up being so busy with school that, as my time in high school became shorter and shorter, I was becoming more and more distant from my family. It wasn't until I moved to Grand Forks that I felt totally separated from my family, because I was so far away.
Going back seemed to have opened an old wound that the busyness of my current life was holding shut. I didn't realize how much I missed my brothers until I went to see them again. It felt strange to see my brothers now, they've grown so much since I've seen them last. It's only been months, but it's seemed like years. I felt so out of place in my own family, it hurt just to be in my old house. I never realized how cold it was in the house until I went back. The heat was barely on, I had to wear two pairs of socks just to walk around. I felt like a visitor instead of a family member.
I broke this morning. I was laying in my old room (which now belongs to my younger brother, Kayden) and listened to the family as they got ready to leave the house for jobs and school. Before they left, my two youngest brothers came in the hugged me goodbye. My youngest brother, Jesse, said "I'll miss you Jana". I have a connection with Jesse. Jesse has an autism spectrum disorder, and I understand him pretty well. He's sometimes hard to understand, but he is one of the smartest kids I have ever met. He's socially deficient, but excels mentally. I broke down after my brothers left me in the room. They're growing up, and I'm a hundred miles away.
Shortly after that, my mom and Greg had a fight over milk. This kind of stuff happened all the time when I lived there, but I wasn't used to it anymore, so I broke down again. My mom came in and asked if I was okay, and I blamed my tears on a panic attack. It was a lie, I broke down because I felt like a stranger. Maybe it'll get better, who knows, maybe it'll never change. I used to belong here and now I'm an alien on the planet I used to thrive on. I don't know where I belong anymore. I hope that, as time goes on, I can find my place in the world, otherwise, I'll wander."
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