Wonderful, Wonderful! Oh so wonderful...

Hmm. I guess it would be quite normal for me to say that my weekend was the highpoint of my week. I mean, normally, the weekend includes a brief time of freedom - no work or no class or a free evening every now and then, so why wouldn't it be the highpoint? Well, normal or not, this weekend was the highlight of my week, fortnight, month, take your pick, end of story. Maybe it was being able to get a decent night's sleep, or walking along the waterfront in Beaufort, or collecting shells along Atlantic Beach this morning, but it was fun, relaxing, and perfect. Now, I'm just a little sunburnt, a little windburnt, but also the proud owner of a hundred or more semi-odd but very beautiful sea shells. Have I mentioned that I am addicted to collecting sea shells? In the distant future, when I have a home of my own, I'll have guests over and I'll show them all the rooms and I can just imagine them saying, "Oh, so you decorated this room with sea shells too, just like the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that..." Oh well. Well, no, it probably won't be like that. What they'll probably notice first is my choice of colors. Neutrals? Not in my house, no way. There's too many neutrals in this house, so in my home, I'm going all out with tasteful merlots and burgundies, tropical mangoes and kiwis, aquatic blues and greens, and so on and so forth. I like color. You see, I've got the home front and part of the family-life planned out for my future, it's just the job and the location and other useful details that are completely blurred out. Details, bah, who needs them anyway? So, back to my wonderful weekend, it was precisely that: wonderful. And yet, by this time tomorrow, I should be back in dank old Raleigh, getting ready for another week of classes, this time with labs. So, I'm going to go wash some shells and act as an artistic consultant to my Mom and my sister as they plan and sew and decorate some pillows.