A hint of summer

the outer banks, Danny being pretty, Danny saving us with his machete, climbing on wet, slimy wood, all lovely things

My greatest love: the library

I am not kidding. Spring has come and I am smitten with Jefferson County library. I can pick up movies to rent, that Dolly Parton cd I wanted to listen to and not buy (I think Dolly and I could be great friends), and books, books, books. I remembered on vacation how much I love to read. It's delicious. And don't you want a bookshelf like this?

BALTIMORE!!??!!

We've uncoiled from the hills...

Favorite passages from new favorite books:

"They had strong, independent natures, both of them. They knew what they liked, and were not always trying to imitate other people. They loved children and animals and music, and rough play and digging in the earth. They liked to prepare rich, hearty food and to see people eat it; to make up soft white beds and to see youngsters asleep in them. They ridiculed conceited peopled and were quick to help unfortunate ones. Deep down in each of them there was a kind of hearty joviality, a relish of life, not over-delicate, but very invigorating. " My Antonia

"As piano-playing, it was perhaps abominable, but as music it was something real, vitalized by a sense of rhythm that was stronger than his other physical senses - that not only filled his dark mind, but worried his body incessantly." My Antonia

"When spring came, after that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over...There was only -- spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind -- rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that is was spring." My Antonia

"Stop," I said. "Please do not further endorken yourself to me. You have great hair and a car that is most fly, and you have just saved me with your mad ninja driving skills, so do not sully your heroic hottie image in my mind by further reciting your nerdy scholastic agenda. Don't tell me what you're studying, Steve, tell me what's in your soul. What haunts you?" You Suck

I am currently watching Hurt Locker, wishing I had popcorn. Yesterday I couldn't stop saying "Snoveling Show" instead of "Shoveling Snow." I tried three times. I think it's my inner, subconcious diva screaming for a stage, but she, due to lack of practice, mangled the line.

I am trying to log on to an online account to pay a bill and my security question is "In what city were you married?" Um, nowhere. I can't figure out what is happening. How can I answer impossible questions. I made up destinations until it switched my security question. Next came "Name you first pet." Awesome, I got that one right.

Soup Snow Day

Okay, so we may not get off work but on snowy days when it is dangerous to drive, Shu (our Asian clinic Grandma) make us all soup. I got a big bowl and some spicy mung bean noodles that were so hot my nose started dripping and I had trouble swallowing. YUM. (I now feel a strong need to make "These noodles are so hot" jokes. You know, like, these noodles are so hot that after you eat them people might think you are a dragon cause you will be breathing flames and laying waste to all around you. Okay, it needs some work, but its a solid foundation.)

"If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together." Lilla Watson

I hope you can appreciate that I left Denver with a bag weighing 36 pounds (contained a tent and sleeping bag) and returned to Denver with a bag weighing 49.5 pounds (used book store purchases while in NC). And then I purchased another used book at the overpriced used bookstore in the Raleigh airport (but it was Margaret Atwood!). I finished "My Antonia," and my obligatory work book on Diabetes and plunged into Atwood's "Alias Grace." Yummy.

Your smile is like a breath of spring

I have recently constructed a wish list of things I want. It is as follows, in no particular order:

Ukulele
Vintage (working) typewriter
Oil change
Cello pickup
Laura Veir's new Album: JulyFire (I think it is called that)
Any music by Paper Bird
Dolly Parton's greatest hits
A new sketch book
Glue Sticks
Hiking boots
An endless supply of confetti cupcakes (surely there is a magic button for that)
New running pants (This is not related to the item above)
Running fanny pack
Colorado 14ers guide book
Open-toed clog sandals, with a nifty wooden heel
Time to sew

Quote of the day:

"She's a woman who loves the path she's on..."

Today has been unique.

I have:

bruised my chin by hitting it on my bed frame while reaching under my bed for something
dumped scalding hot water in my lap while driving
stapled my finger while trying to fix the stapler
broken my favorite teaspoon by dropping it on the floor


I need to go to bed in order to start over.