Friday, May 16, 2008

Strawberry Picking

We took the kindies to a strawberry farm today, where we all picked loads and loads of strawberries. After that, it was off to a park for a picnic lunch (kimbap, of course). The kids ran around for awhile, shouting and having a marvelous time, and then we loaded them back into the bus and headed back to school. When I got ready to head home, Cate told me that one of the huge containers of strawberries we picked was for me. So, I now have more fresh strawberries than I know what to do with! No complaints, of course! I'm thinking I'll stick them in the blender with some of my other fruit and some juice and then freeze the result. That way I'll have some healthy, tasty popsicles to enjoy next week.

Some friends and I were originally planning to go to Everland (an amusement park) this weekend, but it isn't going to work out. So, it looks like Lizzi and I, and posibly Nina, will be heading off somewhere for a bit of sightseeing, and then maybe a nice dinner on Sunday to celebrate my birthday. Someone asked me how it felt to be turning 24, and to be honest, I didn't know what to answer. On one hand, I feel like I'm getting closer to 25 than I'd like to be, but on the other hand, I do have a sizeable amount of accomplishments to show for it. So, I guess I'm just happy, and looking forward to another year of life. It'll be interesting to see what country I'm in when birthday #25 comes along!

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"