So, yeah, you might have noticed that I did my first sneaky sneak vlog update. It was tricky, and my phone freaked out before I finished, but it felt really good to, you know, talk live for a change, And yes, I missed my phone and computers just a teeny tiny bit. If you haven’t seen it, it’s here:
http://socialmediumbrb.tumblr.com/post/107422568704/beatrix-is-vlogging-in-secret-from-san-fran-her
So that was great. And then this happened. Here’s the thing- minutes after my friend Brandon put it up on Youtube, a note slipped under my door. A NOTE. Like, an old times “sealed in an envelope” note with
To- Beatrix B.
From James T.
The handwriting was kinda hard to make out, so I typed it out-
“All the words that I gather,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm darkened or starry bright.”
W. B. Yeats.
London, January 1892.
WHAT!?? I mean, sweet, but weird, right? I gotta run, I’m supposed to be getting tea for my aunt. More later.
-B