Reason 1:  I can never find a title that suits the entire entry. I'm forever bumbling and babbling on about this and that, so there IS no suitable title

Reason 2: Look at reason one.

Moira has no title, Moira needs no title.

I'm almost afraid to write this post. My door is open a crack, and I'm just waiting for mom to come in a pull me off the computer, place either violin or school books in my arms, and send me on my way. Well, I suppose I can get off it on a technicality, as I have both violin and school books on my desk in front of me. Not sure how that would hang though.

So, there isn't much for me to say. I had a nice week. My recital piece is coming along abominably...at least, from where I hear it. Both mom and dad (who are not tone deaf, I assure you) point out my problems, but they say that my tone is great (which is what I think is the worst). During the recital I just have to remember to keep going no matter what I sound like, because if I stop, or even try to cover it up, my poor teacher (who is playing the accompaniment) will become so confuzzled.

Last night we watched "Anne of Green Gables" (tape two). It was so weird watching it in VHS, because the res. and color is so horrible.  But the movie is fantastic none the less. I tell you, those guys (and gals) can act! Every one of the characters seems like he/she IS that character. Marilla Cuthsbert especially. The expressions on her face...surprise, joy, sadness, agitation...they all come out so clear and well it seems as if they extracted Montgomery’s character from the book, and placed her in the movie.

I had forgotten how much I loved that certain tape. The other ones I like, but this one is so wonderful. In fact, I'm reading all the books over again, much to my mother's horror (not that she doesn't love the books, but it means more reading time for me).

Speaking of which, up 'till now, I've never understood how a person could dislike reading. I now understand how it is possible for one not to, but it doesn't mean that it makes any more sense to me. I can thank my dear parents and grandparents for my love of reading. Dad read to us constantly. It started out with the Bob Books, then "The Chronicles of Narnia" when I was seven, after that were the American Cardinal Readers (WONDERFUL Catholic books, they start with a Primer and go up to grade 8 reading level...actually, I'm not sure that the Tragedy of Julius Caesar would be considered easy reading even for an 8'th grader). No Leap Frog "Touch and Read" for me! Mommy’s help and Seton’s work was quite enough. Come to think of it, I don't think I would have loved to read as much as I do, had I used those new fangled things. They make things too easy, I think I would have expected other books to be easy.

So after that I started reading on my own.  During grade school, I would read constantly....I mean, every spare minute (even when I shouldn't have *coughcough*). Theresa would often find me curled up under one of our small school desks in our bed room. The desks were pushed up against the wall with the bed in front and I'd crawl in between, or slide through, and pull down the goose neck lamp for light. Pretty soon, I was able to suck up 800 page books in a day and a half and still retain what I read. By 10 y.o. I read a lot of the highschool novels that are on the Seton list.

...Can't do that anymore now though. I barely finish a book in a few days without shirking something or other. Buuut I'm making progress, I finished almost half of a 429 page book last night.

I had better get my lazy self out of the computer chair and do something useful. Blah. I don't really want to be useful though....but what must be done must be done. *sticks chin up high and faces the pile of schoolbooks and music sheets with the air of a martyr*

Untill that time.

Moira