I'm waiting in my big green chair for Harry Potter to arrive. I'm just about at the point where I'm going to go out and get a bite to eat, because, of course, when I get back, the package will have arrived. And I'm getting tired of waiting.
I spent most of my free time the last couple of weeks re-reading books 1 thru 6. When I finished Half Blood Prince, I cried, a lot, and moped about most of the next day. Now I'm just wanting to get on with it. Of course, I'm having mixed feelings about the whole thing. Whereas, it is always good to get to the end of the book to know what happens, this is the LAST book. When it's over, it's over. Except for the movies. I'm consoling myself that I'll read the entire series again when Half Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows each come out on the silver screen.
I know I haven't been terribly communicative this summer (or really this year). I've not had a lot to muse on and felt I haven't had a whole heck of a lot to say. I'm enjoying my summer, spending time with family and friends, reading, thinking about writing, even going to work has been relatively nice.
Last week, I babysat my cousin, Little Miss, and she was just so funny. We gave her a fudgesicle paddle pop and she walked around eating it, saying "It's cold and creamy." She thought it was just wonderful, until it started melting all over her hand and onto the grass. We rescued it with a bowl and a spoon. After the creamy cold treat, we kicked around the soccer balls for a while. She's pretty good for being not quite 3.
Ok, I'm going out for a little while. When I get back, I'm sure I'll have my copy of the Deathly Hallows waiting patiently for me to read it. Won't that be lovely!
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I haven't been very communicative either. Maybe it's something about the summer, or maybe it's just an ebb in the need-to-share.
We waited until about 7pm on Saturday for the UPS man, but he never showed up with our copy of HP7 although the tracking number seemed to imply that it was in transit. I finally called UPS and they said they'd delivered it-- to the POST OFFICE. Fortunately, the post officer had already delivered it to our post box, which we hadn't checked because we were expecting, y'know, a man in a big brown van and tiny brown shorts to bring it.
I still haven't read it, though. Other People have first dibs-- hopefully they'll be finished so I can take it to Alaska, or I will be highly unhappy.
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