Yo diary,
So summer is 3 days away; I can taste freedom on my tongue. It has been a loooooooooong year! I cannot wait til 5th grade; Ms. Tacoshell is giving me a headache. Next year means new teacher, new school, and new town. Grammy and I are moving away from Watershed Heights next month; she says she can’t handle the town. She says it’s not a safe place for me to grow-up in; she thinks it’s too dangerous, which is probably true. We had three people die in our town just yesterday alone. What?! Grammy just doesn’t get it! We have at least one person killed in town each day. Grammy doesn’t want us to be the next victims (I can totally understand that! I don’t want to die either! I have too much to live for!) But I am gonna miss this place. It’s been good to me, and I like to think that I have been good to it. It’s changed me. Made me stronger, made me happier, and made me less annoying ( I hope!).
For dinner tonight, grammy is switching it up (for once)! She is preparing steak, baked potatoes, and peas. She calls me into the kitchen to ask me to run an errand; she is in need of chives for the potatoes. What the “HE double hockey sticks LL” are chives?! She tells me to venture up to the roof top garden and places a huge herb encyclopedia in my arms. She points to the picture on page three hundred and fifty-four. Grammy tells me to go look for the herb in the garden that looks like that one. I head to the garden to retrieve the herb. Once on the roof top, I see Blanket Cobb. Blanket is our neighbor in the apartment complex. He looks hungry, tired, and odd. He seems to be munching on weeds from one of the garden plots and buzzing like a bee. Weird! I leave him beeeee (haha!) and hold out the herb book in search of chives. I find the herb and pinch off a few shoots. I got it! Grammy will be so proud of me!
As I turn to leave, I once again remember Blanket Cobb. I can’t leave quite yet. My heart is sad. I say Blanket, would you like to come over for dinner tonight? My grammy is fixing steak, potatoes and peas. Blanket doesn’t respond; he is in his own little world. I guess the garden is his place to get away from it all and have silence and a snack. Sometimes we all need a change of pace, a time to get away, a chance be alone, and a moment to stop and smell the gardenias…
<3,
Lucy P.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Follow Your Nose
Howdy Diary!
Right as I stepped off the school bus, the smell of a freshly baked pecan pie entered my nose. What a wonderful smell! Our town never smelled like anything other than ancient sewage. What a great surprise; if you lived in my village, than you would understand my surprise by the sweet aroma. I could not wait to go home and tell grammy about the smell.
As I entered our condo, I found grammy sitting on the couch pressing the remote. I stopped to check my watch. The clock read 3:53. Just 7 minutes until Dr. Phil (my grammy’s favorite show) started. I guess she won’t be watching that today, I thought. See, I told you she is soooooooooo old. Who likes fat Dr. Phony Phil? “Hey, grammy. I have a question.” “Yes. What is it Lucy Goosey?” Wow. She hadn’t called me that in ages. I forgot how much I missed grammy’s nicknames. Lately, she had just been calling me Lucy in casual conversation or Lucille when she was really mad at me. “Have you been outside grammy? What is that amazing smell?” “Sweetie, I don’t know what you are talking about. Let me go out to the balcony to check.” Grammy walked to the balcony; I followed her. Grammy was amazed by the smell as well. We saw the whole town lining up outside of the diner. “Grammy, can we please go?”
Later, once grammy had placed the meatloaf in the oven, we joined the rest of Watershed Heights in hopes of getting a bite of the pie. Takuda Hiroshi stood in front of us in line. Takuda lived on our floor. He was an odd man who, if you asked me, didn’t need any pie. He had already eaten enough pie in his lifetime. Of course while waiting in line, grammy felt the need to talk to Takuda. We grabbed our pie slices to go. We needed to get home to check on the meatloaf baking away in the oven.
Right as I stepped off the school bus, the smell of a freshly baked pecan pie entered my nose. What a wonderful smell! Our town never smelled like anything other than ancient sewage. What a great surprise; if you lived in my village, than you would understand my surprise by the sweet aroma. I could not wait to go home and tell grammy about the smell.
As I entered our condo, I found grammy sitting on the couch pressing the remote. I stopped to check my watch. The clock read 3:53. Just 7 minutes until Dr. Phil (my grammy’s favorite show) started. I guess she won’t be watching that today, I thought. See, I told you she is soooooooooo old. Who likes fat Dr. Phony Phil? “Hey, grammy. I have a question.” “Yes. What is it Lucy Goosey?” Wow. She hadn’t called me that in ages. I forgot how much I missed grammy’s nicknames. Lately, she had just been calling me Lucy in casual conversation or Lucille when she was really mad at me. “Have you been outside grammy? What is that amazing smell?” “Sweetie, I don’t know what you are talking about. Let me go out to the balcony to check.” Grammy walked to the balcony; I followed her. Grammy was amazed by the smell as well. We saw the whole town lining up outside of the diner. “Grammy, can we please go?”
Later, once grammy had placed the meatloaf in the oven, we joined the rest of Watershed Heights in hopes of getting a bite of the pie. Takuda Hiroshi stood in front of us in line. Takuda lived on our floor. He was an odd man who, if you asked me, didn’t need any pie. He had already eaten enough pie in his lifetime. Of course while waiting in line, grammy felt the need to talk to Takuda. We grabbed our pie slices to go. We needed to get home to check on the meatloaf baking away in the oven.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
A Night of Reflection
Hello Diary,
I could smell the summer air as Grammy and I left Watershed Heights. I couldn’t wait for the summer to be upon us. Jill and I were headed to Bible Camp, Grammy and I were leaving home for a road trip to Vegas, and I had a summer job walking the neighborhood dog, Lucky. All was good. Things had changed. Grammy said I had exited my egocentric phase. Whatever that means? But maybe Watershed Heights had changed me for better. I guess only time would tell…
We left the condo and walked across the street to the Asian restaurant…again! We ate here at 3 times a week. After school, I came home to find Grammy balled up on the couch sobbing. Grammy’s BFF from Bingo Club had passed away. She said she needed to go eat some meatloaf in order to cope and forget about Betsy. I had never seen her act in such a down way; it was like no Grammy I had ever seen. But things were changing…as I matured, Grammy seemed to only grow wrinkly, cranky, and fat.
In the booth, we sat in silence. I stared at our neighbor. He looked lonely and awkward. No wonder he had no friends. I heard him talked to the waiter in German. Awesome! Maybe over the summer I could ask him to teach me some German then he wouldn’t have to be so sad and alone. After paying for the dinner, he ran out of the café in a hurry. Odd. I wondered where he was headed in such a quick manner. I wondered what his story was…
I could smell the summer air as Grammy and I left Watershed Heights. I couldn’t wait for the summer to be upon us. Jill and I were headed to Bible Camp, Grammy and I were leaving home for a road trip to Vegas, and I had a summer job walking the neighborhood dog, Lucky. All was good. Things had changed. Grammy said I had exited my egocentric phase. Whatever that means? But maybe Watershed Heights had changed me for better. I guess only time would tell…
We left the condo and walked across the street to the Asian restaurant…again! We ate here at 3 times a week. After school, I came home to find Grammy balled up on the couch sobbing. Grammy’s BFF from Bingo Club had passed away. She said she needed to go eat some meatloaf in order to cope and forget about Betsy. I had never seen her act in such a down way; it was like no Grammy I had ever seen. But things were changing…as I matured, Grammy seemed to only grow wrinkly, cranky, and fat.
In the booth, we sat in silence. I stared at our neighbor. He looked lonely and awkward. No wonder he had no friends. I heard him talked to the waiter in German. Awesome! Maybe over the summer I could ask him to teach me some German then he wouldn’t have to be so sad and alone. After paying for the dinner, he ran out of the café in a hurry. Odd. I wondered where he was headed in such a quick manner. I wondered what his story was…
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