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12.20.2001
 

So I Didn't Drop By Yesterday



Oh well. I went caroling last night. It was fun. And we went on a hayride. It was also about 35 degrees (F). Not to mention it being windy. Heh.

We had three choices about which group we could go with. We could either go with the older folks on the van. Or we could go with the Youth on a hayride, or with some kids and their parents on a hayride. Hmm. Which one did I choose? I went with the third option. Sometimes I just feel like getting away from the Youth. So I ended up with the kids. But that was all right, I think I had more fun like that anyway.

Now mind you, I wasn't the only youth. I have two friends that seem to like to be around me a lot, which is okay with me, so they came with us. That's okay, they're good with kids, so it all worked out.

I think that sometimes I scare kids. I smile at them and they run away screaming. Hmm. There's something not quite right with that. Sure, I scare adults too, but they usually don't give that kind of response. (And what is the Valerie response for that? You know it, "Oh well.")

But the kids last night were real social butterflies. Now where did I get that term?? They were really nice, and one of them decided that she really liked me. So hugged up on me and my other friend. That was fine. Fine until she said she really had to go to the bathroom. She was sitting on my lap when she said this. She said that she didn't think she could hold. So, what with there being a very bumpy road that we were riding on, I told her that if she couldn't hold it any longer to get up if she thought she was about to go. I also told her that if she really, really couldn't hold it any longer, that we could probably stop in the woods somewhere.

This went on for about 10 minutes. I swear we were out in the middle of nowhere. My friend who was riding with me, said that she'd take her for a minute if I wanted. Of course I agreed. The little girl (her name is Casey and she's in the 3rd grade), still had to go to the bathroom. And while she was warming up my lap, I was afraid that something else might warm up my lap as well. So we put her in my friend's lap.

Thankfully, we finally got to the house that we were going to. Also thankfully, they let her use their restroom. Not so thankfully it stopped up, but that's okay.

I remember when we were riding down the road, I looked up at the sky. This is basically out in the boondocks, not a soul or light around. Except for the stars, we were completely alone. And man, those stars were bright. I was trying to tell Casey and a couple of other people all that I knew about the stars. What? I took an Astronomy class in the 5th grade, (when I was 10). I might add that that was 7 years ago. All that I remembered was what the 7 Sisters look like, and Cassiopeia, and Orion.

The star cluster known as the Seven Sisters is a very small bunch of stars. You can't really see it if you look straight at it. You have to look away. Even then you can only see six of the seven stars with the naked eye. The seventh is the littlest.

Cassiopeia is a design of five bright stars in a shape like a W or an M, depending on the angle that you see it.

And Orion. I can always find Orion. I remembered some story about Orion. I couldn't remember the entire story, but I'll tell you what I told them. Orion is always being chased by the Scorpion. Or is it the other way around? I told them what I knew. I knew that Orion was always up in the winter, but then the Scorpion would come and chase him back down in the summer. Orion has two bright stars at the top of his body. Then farther down there are 3 bright stars in a line that is his waist or belt. Coming off his belt are paler stars that are like a sword. Below those stars are another two bright stars that are like his feet.



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