Journal Entry #6 - We're running... and not getting anywhere.

January 25th, 2013 - 9:27Am

Today's Something Sinister post was informational, but nothing leading to a mystery.

As you know, Kayle; I am home schooled. On any given (school)day, I wake up have breakfast and as usual my mom and dad will have to work a couple hours ago. From there I would go and find my assignment book and look over what the day holds for my school.

More often than not, there really isn’t much to do; just a few pages of Psychology, and history, a little bit of biology; and some kind of math. It doesn’t seem to matter to dad what kind of math, just something to keep my mind working. Sometimes it’s simple addition and division, and sometimes it’s complexed algebra.  At the end of my assignment list is usually a brain teaser, or mental puzzle. I cannot tell why this is, I always for get to ask dad, and mom doesn’t know. Whatever purpose it serves, most of them are pretty fun.

I usually finish school at 11:00-11:30 and then it’s time for chores. Chores for me mean that I have to go and feed the dog and the chickens; and then making sure that all of the eggs are collected. From there I would (in the winter anyway) check to make sure we have enough fire wood. In reality I probably only needed to do this every three or four days, but I do it every day just to be safe. Then I finish up by doing any laundry that needed doing.

After chores are done it’s usually 11:45ish, and I settle down on the couch and read a book. This is really just to pass the time, but on those rare occasions that I manage to find a book that is written in just such a way that try as I might; I could not possibly put it down. One such book is titled “a murder for her majesty” it is a mystery about the daughter of an English knight who has to find a certain Lady Jenny who will help her. I cannot think of any other books at the moment, but there are quite a few that I enjoy.

At some point whilst I'm reading, either when a paragraph unusually dull, or when the tension becomes so thick that I can hardly read fast enough; I will glance up at the clock and it will invariably be time for me to prepare lunch. Lunch is usually rice or noodles with some sort of broth, or lentils with a bit of diced chicken tossed in. I would have to say; it is not always like this sometimes I’ll cook something a little more complexed like Irish stew, but not usually. But today, as it happens to be particularly cold, I had decided to make soup.

Chicken-noodle soup is perhaps the best dish on earth to drive the cold from ones bones. This time I planned to do something a little different with it. I decided to make it in the Vietnamese fashion. Most of the differences weren’t so much in the preparation as they were in the spices. There was a great deal more black pepper and cayenne pepper than is in what you might eat out a can.

It took a while longer to cook that I would have thought and Cat was not very happy with that. But when it was finished; we sat down each ate a bowl and though it was good, we saved most of it and it- warmed- would function as dinner as well.

While my sister cleaned up from lunch, I went to practice the piano for a while. And after that I went up to my room to see if there was any way at all that I could save my story from the evil claws of rationalization, but alas; the odds were too great- or were they? Was I perhaps not taking some detail into consideration? I walked through it in my mind, there were ways in which the tide in the war could be turned, but I didn’t want it to seem like “Star Wars” where two space stations get blown up and the bad guys are just gone… I would just need to think about it for a while.

POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSEN

I will say though, today's post does give me a better understanding of who he is. Such as being a homeschooler (big fan of that), everyday chores, the books he reads, his demeanor towards everything, that he's a piano player (also a big fan of) and (something I just realized) the fact that his sister is not a cat, but that his sister's name is Cat.

Huh. I feel really stupid.

I'll come right out and tell you this; I have no idea why I'm following these posts, but I know that I need to. For now, I'll call it the prompting of the Holy Spirit.

The spirit always leads,
Inspector Kornelson