It rained in Seattle for only the second time since June.
Last week I ate quesadillas five times in six meals, not counting breakfast. Wouldn't mind another one.
Zach shaved his head again. I felt like crying.
PBS no longer plays Arthur at 10:00 and 4:00, or any time. Michael Jackson is dead. I feel like an adult.
I have more books out at university than public libraries. I need to resort my priorities.
I severed ties with Amazon and am devoted to Abe.com. Shipping duration may weaken my resolve.
I know how to run a youth hostel, to tell strangers where to sleep and what to clean, sweep, wash. It's a better life than most.
I crave almond paste. Preferably in a croissant, but straight up would also do the trick.
I fantasize about living under Lake Crescent. Or at least being the designated scuba-explorer. Ever since I unearthed a brown beer bottle that was filled with rocks and sand. Actually, I felt like the kid from ET.
3 comments:
I LOVE this! Your list here made me laugh and it made me sad. Just lovely.
(And don't even get me started on how tasty a quesadilla sounds right now. Mmmmm.)
Bret and I swoon over the adventures of Zach and Sarah. We talk about you in hushed, reverent tones.
I love how even your "random" lists contain bits of beauty, humor and adventure.
Running a youth hostel sounds like such fun!
Thanks Julie and Katie, your comments made my day. (:
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