Secret: August and November are the months of which I am most suspect. The weather is usually not delightful – appallingly hot in August, altogether dour in November. But that way they surprise me whenever they’re nice. And I’m holding out high hopes for this August. (It can’t very well be hotter than July, because then I’ll just combust.) And there’s good things afoot.
Sharing. Those people were right when we were little. It’s a nice feeling to take things you’re not using and pass them on to people who’ll appreciate them.
Getting Things Done. Not in the official David Allen GTD sense. Just being able to check things off and say that you’ve accomplished that task. It’s another one of those nice feelings.
Not Getting Anything Done. Being productive is lovely and all, but it’s summer. And the point of summer is to give you days where you blow everything off and do something involving sunshine and fresh air and people who make you laugh.
Cooking. Who’d've guessed? I’m collecting recipes and planning meals and using things like food processors. I really might be in danger of becoming one of you crazy cheffy people.
Medjool dates. Why yes I am eating one as I’m writing this.
Celebrations for small people. This month has been full of them – birthdays and births and baby showers and just getting together for the fun of it. Lovely.
Project Gutenberg audiobooks. I’ve known about Project Gutenberg for years but I hadn’t realized it included audiobooks as well. This is making my commute fabulous.
The World Cup. Despite the vuvuzela. If you are not sure why, check out Kickette. The sound might not always be great but the view usually is.
The vuvuzela. Despite its sound. Because it inspired this quote.
“Anyone who brings a vuvuzela to an NHL game will be killed, cryogenically frozen until they can be brought back to life, then killed again.”
(The media claim it was an NHL spokesperson but best source I can find is this Twitterfeed, unaffiliated with the NHL. Regardless. Awesome.)
My new couches. Which are not new. But they’re new to me, and have improved my cozy little treehouse of a home one jillion percent. Yay for hand-me-downs.
Gardenias. The little plant on my kitchen counter is filling the whole place with gorgeous smells every time one of the flowers pops open. And apparently, the way to keep them happy is overwatering. Finally, a plant I can keep alive. (Maybe.)
