jiggity jig

meet captain johnny. the household budgie. we've had him for a year but only since we started letting him out of the cage has he developed any sort of personality. and he is a vicious, vicious bird! all he wants to do is bite. sit on you and nibble. here he is eating my shirt, but he also eats hair and tries to eat YOU. and he's pooped on luke's head twice, whilst sitting there, eating his hair.


so i am home for the summer.
third year is done.

such plain phrases with such weight behind them!

there is always so much adjusting to be done. unpacking, which I haven't done. tramping the main street of Alberton in search of a job, which i also haven't done. sharing a room with my sister, which i have done.

there is so much to look forward to. the silly moments with my family ("You're a Morrison, you have a bony butt. Embrace it." And somehow that turns into an entire song.) the beach - a blanket, a box of peak freans, a journal - the elusive tan - the ocean is optimistically cold - it's so typical of PEI, the beach. maybe I should take a box of potatoes instead of cookies. the weddings - this is the summer of love, and no mistake.

there are so many plans to make. europe trip next summer, after graduation? can i possibly be the spendthrift that i'm absolutely not, and save the millions of pennies that trip would take? and what about after that, when reality settles down watchfully in the fall, and i have to take the epic trip to toronto, for publishing school? would i really make a good editor? can i tear apart an author's work, or am i too nice, too empathetic? should i just huddle down in a one-room apartment somewhere, working days and then in the dark of night, writing, writing, writing, til i fall asleep on the desk? next year is my last at ABU. these are things to consider.

but in the mean-time it is summer.