That I meet in the Summer // Indian Summer
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My friend Charisse sent me these two photograph pieces that her friend made when she went to France. As I have a completely irrational love for Amélie, I thought they were as good as hot cocoa. Imagination is the best (always has been my #1 "turn on").
I finally tried to gather all the parts for my hammock to assemble in the backyard, only a.) I am void of conceptual/mathematical thinking (I'm wading around in the shallow end of that gene pool, where was my brother "Baun" when I needed him?) and II.) the hooks were missing to latch it on had I actually figured out which way the polls were to go. So I ended up with a mom yelling at me to not leave it on the porch for tomorrow and a smashed ring finger for trying to carry them all back at once. I may go read out at Meadowbrook from now on anyway, it would fit the mood of my reads for the summer: The Chronicles of Narnia! (Have I already mentioned that I'm reading them? I'm too lazy to go back into my own history and find out ah well) I'm on #1 right now, The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe. which I think is just splendid. It is almost like Huck Finn/Tom Saywer in how it comes so wonderfully through the eyes and heart of a child, from the genuine unselfish care for others all the way to how they describe each dish of food that seems to show up from chapter to chapter. Each book is pretty much comparable in font and page number to a Goosebumps book so hopefully I can have them be my summer 2005 to remember, I'll try.
Well the Pistons run as world champs game to an end tonight. Writing this in between sessions of swearing and fuming as I am, I am very proud of how far them came and all they accomplished in their 2 years in the finals. Also a bit bittersweet about this final outcome doubling as the end of the month + run of practical High School reunions up at the O.T. For the first couple times I was not all about it, but I must say it grew on me, hearing about how 3 couples from the 2001 campaign are (or are engaged to be) hitched, and how another pair of couples are expecting teh stork. Growing up is weird. It was a very nice night after the fact though, lying in my car waiting for Isaacs to get done chatting with a few of his gals back inside; the windows down, the moon shining in, summer breezing through as I'm checked into Morrison Hotel two times through (stellar 5th album from my beloved Doors). It does seem like there are too many good things in life happening to be sad.
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My friend Charisse sent me these two photograph pieces that her friend made when she went to France. As I have a completely irrational love for Amélie, I thought they were as good as hot cocoa. Imagination is the best (always has been my #1 "turn on").
I finally tried to gather all the parts for my hammock to assemble in the backyard, only a.) I am void of conceptual/mathematical thinking (I'm wading around in the shallow end of that gene pool, where was my brother "Baun" when I needed him?) and II.) the hooks were missing to latch it on had I actually figured out which way the polls were to go. So I ended up with a mom yelling at me to not leave it on the porch for tomorrow and a smashed ring finger for trying to carry them all back at once. I may go read out at Meadowbrook from now on anyway, it would fit the mood of my reads for the summer: The Chronicles of Narnia! (Have I already mentioned that I'm reading them? I'm too lazy to go back into my own history and find out ah well) I'm on #1 right now, The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe. which I think is just splendid. It is almost like Huck Finn/Tom Saywer in how it comes so wonderfully through the eyes and heart of a child, from the genuine unselfish care for others all the way to how they describe each dish of food that seems to show up from chapter to chapter. Each book is pretty much comparable in font and page number to a Goosebumps book so hopefully I can have them be my summer 2005 to remember, I'll try.
Well the Pistons run as world champs game to an end tonight. Writing this in between sessions of swearing and fuming as I am, I am very proud of how far them came and all they accomplished in their 2 years in the finals. Also a bit bittersweet about this final outcome doubling as the end of the month + run of practical High School reunions up at the O.T. For the first couple times I was not all about it, but I must say it grew on me, hearing about how 3 couples from the 2001 campaign are (or are engaged to be) hitched, and how another pair of couples are expecting teh stork. Growing up is weird. It was a very nice night after the fact though, lying in my car waiting for Isaacs to get done chatting with a few of his gals back inside; the windows down, the moon shining in, summer breezing through as I'm checked into Morrison Hotel two times through (stellar 5th album from my beloved Doors). It does seem like there are too many good things in life happening to be sad.
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