I have been pretty lax at updating this thing, but it has been pretty busy around the Walker household. We are in the process of moving the entire contents of our apartment into our new "apartment" at Mom and Dad's house. Uncle Lee helped us move furniture, boxes, and other large items last weekend. Now we just have a few more big items, boxes, clothes, and lots and lots of cleaning to do.
Our new rooms are pretty awesome. Dad was nice enough to combine the two rooms with a pocket door in the middle.
Today is the last day of school until next Wednesday. I am so happy! I love that I am privileged enough to go to school and earn my degree, but I have been having trouble finding the motivation for anything lately. Talking to others on campus, I am not alone!
Hmm...what a boring post.
I will talk about Grandpa. He is doing a bit better. He is going to be in a nursing home(hopefully by Friday) because the recent home he is in will not be covered by their insurance. Pray for him, ok? He is still a bit confused and needs all the prayers and love we can give him.
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Tour Info, G Update, and a Poem
Tomorrow I leave with the WLC choir to go on our annual choir tour. I am so excited! Not excited about leaving a 7:30am but it definitely could be worse.
Grandpa is doing pretty good I hear. He is being moved to New Berlin to rehabilitate and then they will do surgery after he is more stable. Prayers please!
I wrote two poems a little while ago. Kinda...sad...poems, but hey I was in a sad mood. You can read it if you want or just skip over. I kinda like them, but they are not my best.
The Runaway
By: Katy Walker
I stumble through briars and thorns
I cannot see clear anymore
Although I hear whispers, which might be your call
I cannot believe you would want me at all
My footsteps lessen and halt
My head does not know where to go
Although I hear sirens, which could be for me
Their search is unfruitful as it ever could be
I fall in a small trench and cave
I think I have broken my leg
Although I hear songbirds, which could mean daylight
I have no new hope as I once thought that I might
I have been having a better time since I wrote this poem. It helps me vent when I write poetry, which is probably a good reason why many of my poems are sad.
Grandpa is doing pretty good I hear. He is being moved to New Berlin to rehabilitate and then they will do surgery after he is more stable. Prayers please!
I wrote two poems a little while ago. Kinda...sad...poems, but hey I was in a sad mood. You can read it if you want or just skip over. I kinda like them, but they are not my best.
The Runaway
By: Katy Walker
I stumble through briars and thorns
I cannot see clear anymore
Although I hear whispers, which might be your call
I cannot believe you would want me at all
My footsteps lessen and halt
My head does not know where to go
Although I hear sirens, which could be for me
Their search is unfruitful as it ever could be
I fall in a small trench and cave
I think I have broken my leg
Although I hear songbirds, which could mean daylight
I have no new hope as I once thought that I might
I have been having a better time since I wrote this poem. It helps me vent when I write poetry, which is probably a good reason why many of my poems are sad.
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