Thud

Despite the fact that the Ann's in my family were quite without e's, I loved Anne of Green Gables as I was growing up. I read the books with my mum, and then over and over again on my own. I loved the TV movie series - that is until they went all odd and had Anne gallivanting around war-torn Europe in search of Gilbert.

Most of the time I found Anne just a little too much - I tend to be a little bit more logical than her and her romantic imagination. But other times...

One scene from the second movie is running through my head right now:

Marilla Cuthbert: You set your heart too much on frivolous things and then crash down into despair when you don't get them.

Anne Shirley: I know. I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.

Marilla Cuthbert: Well, maybe it does. But I'd rather walk calmly along and do without flying AND thud.

I'm definitely with Anne on this one, I'm a flier. I'm pretty good at aiming high and have been luckily enough that there haven't been too many thuds. But I got one yesterday, a pretty darn big one. I was almost to that sunset, I got to the second of three rounds but in the end there were essentially four people competing for one single spot and I didn't make it.

Sigh...

I have a to-do list that is a mile long, so the short-term promises to keep me busy. As for the longer term, however, or the professional side... my contract at the museum is being renewed, and that is enough to at least cushion the thud. Now if I only had a plate of Marilla's famous plum puffs...