Spilled Ink

And so our dear ones have departed. Barely. The local airport staff went on strike the day before our cousins' planned departure, which put a few kinks in our plans. However, after my mother scurried around town most of the afternoon, we were able to get the relatives on a train to Oslo the next morning. They continued their journey from the Oslo airport, and to our best knowledge have arrived at home safely. A fantastic visit was had, movies were watched, books were read (mostly on Rachel's part: she devoured my bookshelf), an inordinate number of pictures was taken, games were played, and much laughter was indulged in by all. Many thanks to Uncle Ptum and Aunt Koffee for their sacrifice.

Now, with the house quiet and dull once more, we are trying to return to our typical routine. A task made all the more difficult by nice weather, long daylight hours, and the slow decrease of school work. I am done chemistry for the year (and hopefully forever)--an event welcomed with much rejoicing on my part. I took my final exam for Advanced Composition yesterday and feel quite pleased over how it went. Looking back over the year, I have written close to 30 compositions this school year. Overall, I quite enjoyed the class. Now, however, with a smattering of punctuation rules memorized and the ability to shoot down a "Be verb" at a few dozen paces, my nervously-typing fingers eagerly await a long rest. I will finish Spanish and geometry in a couple of weeks, and worldviews a while after that. My brothers have also almost finished school, and I doubt anyone is as relieved as my mother.

Other than that, news-worthy material has been scarce of late, so I shan't bore you further.