The old man kept motioning with his hands every time I walked past his table. Though he was in full possession of speech, he insisted on gesturing at me. I'm not sure if he didn't want to talk, or was just giving me a hard time, but how was I to know that his wildly waving arms meant he needed a napkin?
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
The blog of Odessa Nelson, a girl wandering into a woman's world. Christian, Musician, Music Ed. major at Lee University, Avid reader, Inquisitive about everything.
Contact Odessa: blue_skies17@hotmail.com
Things that make me smile: oversized flowers. kittens. peppermint icecream. smooth espresso. yellow umbrellas. leather gloves. black heels. old books. pillow fights. little children. raspberries. black and white photographs. kayaking. tortises. the color orange.
What should you talk about if I look entirely bored: Latin requiems. Anglicanism. Audrey Hepburn. Atonality. Choral Conducting. Education. Uganda. Chopin. Billy Collins. Old movies. C.S Lewis. Espresso.
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