Me So Literary

Do you ever get in reading ruts? I don't mean going for months at a time without reading a single, meaningful thing outside of People or InStyle. I have so done this. What?! Sometimes their articles are somewhat informative - and there are award-winning photos. I mean, long periods of time where it feels like you just Don't Get every single book that crosses your path, or you are just Impatiently Waiting to find something new and enlightening, or at least Mildly Entertaining to the point where you don't want to gauge your eyes out.

I have started my current book, Three Junes by Julia Glass, 3 different times (symbolic?), and I'm never in the right head space to get beyond page 38. This book has won numerous awards so it must be good, right? Why can't I get past the beginning? Is it because I'm trying to read it at 1 a.m. following 2 glasses of wine? Possibly - but that has never stopped me from obsessively reading before. At this point, it has become a personal challenge to read past "My Best Page Count". I can't figure out why I'm so drawn to, yet repelled by, this book. Unlike my dear husband, I am the kind of person who can read a book to within 50 pages of the end and get rid of it if it doesn't do anything for me. Life is too short to read crap. I so need to get that put on a tshirt.

If you have read this book, I'd love to hear about it. What did you think? Will I love it so much that I want to read it again like The Life of Pi? or will I get to page 346 out of 450 and donate it to the library?

In A NutShell

Yay summer! I love hot weather!
Sailing, barbeques, vacations,
lake swimming, beer floating,
live-music going.
Good friends!

Packing, camping,
unpacking, cleaning.
Packing, camping,
unpacking, cleaning.
Uh.....Laundry.

School supply shopping,
new clothes getting,
gigantic boy-shoe buying.
Money-Tree growing.

Small ones unhappy with Zoo-ing,
whining whilst Laking,
complaining about the sun.
106 degrees...oh my god.
Trapped with A/C.

Yay! School starts in 10 days!!!
A new kind of crazy...
bring it on.

Endless Possibilities

Full Summer Moon



There you are, in that wide-open night sky, hanging out like a lighthouse beacon from Heaven. In midday you are all but forgotten, shadowed by your masculine counterpart who demands all of the attention. We adoringly soak up his rays, exhaust ourselves with too much water and light and alcohol. And we love every second of it. We are too giddy and tired from his love to remember that you are the other half of our passions. You simultaneously lighten and deepen our desires, recalibrate our completeness with the earth, and remind us to fall in love with life. Tonight, I lovingly bathe in your light and accept your silent gifts.

Blink and It's Gone...

Holy Hell Batman, this summer is just flying by and I haven't written anything since, ahem, MAY! Yes, I realize it is bad form to discuss my procrastination and phenomenal ability to ignore my blog, but these are areas where I really excel and feel that they need to be highlighted.

So, what's up with you this summer? We are bored shitless and yet too busy to do laundry. I'm not exactly sure how these things can simultaneously occur (parallel universe?) but we are already anticipating next school year! When I say "we" I may be solely referring to myself.

Hey, if you have a couple of minutes go take a look at this absolutely AMAZING video by Tara Whitney and Michel Sandy - they are so talented I just had to share.

Off to drink some wine - talk soon!

Madsen

I so want this bike! Could you just die?!



Want want want want want......

Freedom!

When I was a kid, back in the ancient early 80s, skateboarders were still considered mild delinquents - and that, obviously, added to the attraction! I can remember being in 7th grade and helping the boys build a huge plywood half pipe in the Grahams driveway (next to a ridiculously busy street, naturally) so we could go every day after school and whoosh down that tube. I relished being the only girl, and I still have the scars. Every once in a while, I get nostalgic for that innocent rebellion and wish I had kept my very first pair of black and white Vans.

By the time I made it to high school, I had moved on to drama and cheerleading and track and left my boarding friends behind. We'd still talk every now and again when we passed in the halls and knew we'd always have each others backs. Junior year, our coolest skater dude Joey was hit by a car riding his board home from school, and he shockingly passed away. Every single time I see a pair of Vans I think of him - even after all these years.

Now my 6-year old son wants to learn to skateboard and is asking for one for his upcoming birthday. I'm so conflicted about this - mostly because homeboy is all kinds of uncoordinated! I just don't want him to get hurt. Then I watched this and knew - he'll be more than fine.

“caravan girl” by goldfrapp

Sweet Thing

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