guenievre

Since I don't write in this that much, and I envy my friends who DO muse on their lives in their journals, I think I'm going to start something new with this. There's a community on LJ,

dailysoulsearch, that has, hmm, daily essay prompts for people to muse on their lives. So I've decided to start doing them. But, since I think they're going to stop posting them soon, I'm going to go back and start at the beginning, and hopefully while I'm writing about these prompts, I'll be inspired to write about the rest of my life as well... and it'll give me something else to write about other than just sewing and work and such.

SO... day one's question... "What is your first memory from childhood? Describe it in detail. How old were you at the time? What is the significance of this particular memory - i.e. why do you think you remember this specific event rather than a different one? How do you think the memory of this early event subsequently reflected on other events or themes in your life? For instance, does your first memory involve an activity which ended up being part of your current lifestyle in some way? Do you think this early event could help shed some light on why you turned out the way you did?
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This is a more difficult question than most, in terms of ones to answer, for a lot of reasons. Most of you who know me know that I had a rather... difficult childhood. There aren't that many good memories of it - I don't have that many memories of it in general, really - I didn't really enjoy being a child, I wanted to be an adult NOW. The problem with being precocious...and the few memories of *early* childhood i have i don't really know *when* they were. So I can't say what was the earliest. I guess I could just pick a few....let's see...I suppose I remember learning to read, which in some ways was the only reason I came out as sane as I did... lol, such an escapist I was/am. I guess I was 3?4? I had all these little workbooks, and I went through them really fast, so my dad had to keep buying me new ones. So yeah, that did have an effect on me, obviously - it's why I'm such a geek, it's why I *never* fit in in Wilkes County, it's what made being where I was bearable. wow, this entry is morbid.

Meanwhile, this weekend was not as productive as I meant for it to be. No sewing done at all! Though, to be fair, I did do lots of other stuff. Friday night we went to see Last Samurai - which surprised me in how good it was. All in all, I thought the movie was fairly fabulous, my quibbles were minor. Mostly they were the inevitable "Hollywoodizing" of a star vehicle like this - ie the "armoring" scene between Nathan and Tana? Taka? whatever the lead chick's name was almost made me cry, until they kissed. That ruined it - I mean, it wasn't a consummation, obviously, but it came too close, it ruined the aching *need* of that "relationship that could never be. Whoever the actress was was amazing, though - just in the way she dressed him, it expressed *everything*.

Saturday was Unevent. Chatelaine's meeting was just, well, kind of there. not really sure that's a job I'm meant for - I mean, I enjoy talking to new people, but I'm not QUITE as outgoing as I should be. The problem is I really feel like I *should* be giving back, etc, by being an officer, but at the same time I'm not sure I'm really suited to be one... something to ponder for the future.

Then of course we went to Vin Rouge w/ Isobel (fun! though their food is going downhill from what it used to be - maybe it was just an off night, but...) Isobel's great - wish she lived closer.

Sunday my one thing of note was that I cast >100 buttons - still need painting and drilling, but they're there at least. Other than that... much talking about the !@#$ demo... don't even get me started...

Back to the grind...