Flying and Thud

Here I sit at my computer, desperately trying to hold onto the pleasant dreams of Anne and Green Gables, knowing that as soon as I start doing something else unrelated to reading that wonderful series, the normalcy of life will drop like a ton of bricks. And I will cry.

Right now, I just wish I could be absorbed into L.M. Montgomery's fantasy land of Avonlea. Life is so boring and dull as of late, and I just wish that something, ANYTHING, would happen. Stuff was always happening to Anne. Is reality ever as eventful as the goings-on in Anne's world?

If only I could read for eternity and never have to worry about the responsibilities that come with growing old. I would stay in that dream land as long as there were books enough to transport me there.
I use to day dream that Peter Pan would come to my window at night, even though I wasn't a story teller, and fly me away to Neverland, where I would never, never have to worry about grown-up things again. Even now, I anxiously await to hear the soft gliding of my unlatched window sliding open.

Which, now that I think about it, would follow the clatter and clang of trying to pry the screen off the window first.

I guess I'm coming out of my reverie, now that I'm starting to think logically. And even though I've just finished the last of the best books in the Anne of Green Gables series, I look forward to finishing it and reveling in the comradery I've found in Anne's kindred spirit. Her and I think a lot a like, I do believe. Not entirely, but a good deal. It's nice to have someone understand you, isn't it? Even if they are fictional.

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I do realize that I was suppose to give a daily account of my missions trip from many moons ago. I've kinda been avoiding my blog since I was never able to pen all that happened that week into written memory. But I was so inspired by my reading that I just had to tell someone my thoughts, even if that someone might be no one. So as of now, good riddance to that dreadful journaling that's been haunting me all summer! Perhaps someday I'll give a better account of that revealing expedition, but for now I'm putting it behind me. Let's play pretend and just suppose that I've already written it, okay? Thanks, pal.