Outside my window clouds have been hugging Mount Blodgett all day, and I have followed suit by hugging pillows on the couch all day.
I am thinking of all the things I should do but don't want to do.
I am thankful for peaches and cantaloupe, old friends and new friends, lazy days alone with an indulgent husband.
From the kitchen rosemary chicken ravioli...from Costco, my new weakness. If you can't tell, I'm enjoying a lazy Sunday. In fact, last night I admit to eating dinner (chicken salad) out of the carton on the couch while watching internet TV about World of Warcraft, followed by gelato eaten out of the tub on the couch. Mike was a proud husband coming home late from a hard day of work to find his wife like that.
I am wearing a bikini. Don't judge me. We don't have stinking beaches in Colorado, so I make do with what I have, and it makes me think I'm in Hawaii, and I want a vacation.
I am reading nothing. I have a stack of half-started books on various dressers, but I just haven't felt like reading lately. Plus, we just signed up for Netflix on Friday. Hence the weekend of slobbery. But I do have a fun book-related story to tell. Yesterday at the store there was this shifty man. His every move was suspicious. I saw Suspicious Man move to the book shelves and take down one of my Little House on the Prairie books. He kept acting shifty and heading toward various exits with it. But I was on him like a mountain lion, ready to pounce. Perhaps he noticed my stalking and settled down to read Little House in one of our comfy chairs and took his shoes off. Ew. Anyway. I scared him into submission, but later on (when I was gone) a couple of our loyal customers watched him take a book (C.S. Lewis on the Classics, of all books), stick it under his shirt, and head out the back door. Said loyal customers told Mike and Mike and his faithful employee tackled the man to the ground and rescued the book. It's all true but the tackling.
I am hoping for sunshine and vacation.
I am hearing the rain finally starting to fall outside.
I am creating...well I guess writing could be considered creating, so I'm creating a movie review on Eat Pray Love and procrastinating on creating some other freelance work too. My take on Eat Pray Love: If you liked the book, then you'll probably like the movie. I think the critics have rated it surprisingly low. But I worry that the movie (and the book) romanticize vague Eastern-ish mysticism. And I would have liked it a whole lot more if they highlighted gelato more.
Around the house. It would be better if we didn't talk about that. I am procrastinating cleaning. I seriously considered giving 100 bucks to a high school student today to clean it for me and only didn't because I figured his cleaning wouldn't be up to my standards.
One of my favorite things... Cantaloupe flavored things. Yesterday Mike and I went to the farmers market and bought a huge box of Rocky Ford cantaloupe to make gelato and sorbet with. I can't wait to try it. Soon it will be Colorado peach season too!
A few plans for the rest of the week: Stop procrastinating on freelance and cleaning. Go to a baby shower. Go to a wedding. Get some work done. Yada yada yada.