This is a test of the Emergency Journal Posting System.
If this had been an actual Journal Posting, you would be required to notify your local IRS office of where you are so that they can keep taxing you.
Uh... wrong emergency. Okay, this is a journal. I think I'm mostly doing this to play with the interface, but on the other hand, who doesn't secretly think they're fascinating?
I don't expect to make any personal revelations unless I relax a lot more, but it could happen. We'll see what happens; I have never been able to keep an ordinary paper and pencil journal because I get bored writing at it. But on the other hand, this will give me something to do while I'm waiting for stuff to happen online. I do a lot of that, and even I can't play Civilization II indefinitely. For one thing, I hate it when I don't get to build all the Wonders of the World. I usually stop and restart my game when that happens.
Ooo, personal revelation: I hate to lose. But then, who likes it?
Since this is my initial post and someone out there might actually read it, I'll introduce myself. I'm Lilac. My parents didn't name me this; it doesn't appear on my birth certificate. I chose the name Lilac, or found it. To me it means more than my legal name, which is more of a label.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived behind the Purity Supreme. A highway project had been run through an old neighborhood, and on her end there were three houses: a big house on a hill (just made for sledding in the winter), a duplex, and a little white house with dark green shutters; all of them nestled behind a strip mall. The little girl rode her bike to Almy's to buy penny candy and look at the toys, and the dog brought home huge beef bones she begged from the back of the Purity Supreme--they looked like dinosaur bones to the little girl. The house was small and her room didn't have a door, but the yard was wonderful. A pond that froze for skating in the winter and was full of snakes and frogs in the summer, a little stream that ran through hedges of wildflowers, daffodils, and by her favorite boulder under the little birch tree, a street light that looked like the prow of an alien ship from The War of the Worlds, a wild grape vine, a crabapple tree, blueberry bushes, and best of all, a big lilac shrub. The lilac shrub was right in the front of the yard, near the driveway and the steps where the irises grew. The lilac grew in a big arch, so that the branches made a wonderful little hollow that was the perfect nest for the little girl to hide in. In the spring, when the lilac was in bloom, it was the prettiest place in the world to read, or curl up and pretend things, which was what the little girl liked best to do. In winter it made a natural snow fort, down in the hollow with the shrub supporting the soft snow and making walls without needing to be built. They only lived in that house a couple of years, and she soon grew to wish she had a door on her room even if the window did look out on the crabapple tree. But long years after they had moved away, the little girl still and always remembered the lilac bush.