Sweet Buttery Scents
Hi gang! just a quick post because I'm at Kinko's and that means it's a pint of blood every minute, so if I sat on too long, I might PASS OUT. I just wanted to send a postcard to say that time off is ultimately great, but also confusing as hell. The first day off, I had breakfast with a friend (hi Spalding!) and went home to "get work done," but felt promptly TOTALLY AIMLESS. It's been all I can do to get ANYTHING DONE. Then yesterday, I had a migraine and was OUT COLD all day, which means that I have to fit TWO DAYS into ONE today. My dad is arriving later tonight and I still need to buy an air mattress, go grocery shopping, and pick all underwear off the foor and various pieces of incriminating evidence. It'll be just my luck that one evening, we'll be sitting in the livingroom, and one of the cats will run in and play a soccer game with my packet of BIRTH CONTROL PILLS. It makes such a nice rattling sound, afterall! EGADS!!
ANYWAY, I started the day this morning by baking cookies and watching the rain fall and if that doesn't NAUSEATE the HECK OUT OF YOU, I don't know what will. It was nauseatingly wonderful. I think every chilly, rainy morning should ne started with filling your kitchen with sweet buttery scents.
In other news, Just Like Heaven by the Cure just came on in the overhead music here at Kinko's and few songs put me in an INSTANT good mood, like this song suddenly appearing. I've said this before, but my friend Eddy plays THE BEST VERSION EVER on the mandolin, and I am so proud to say that he will be playing it at our wedding ceremony. I am hoping that the crowd of friends, cousins, grandparents, siblings, and parenst will be so siezed by this song that they will all join in and at the top of their lungs and cry out: You look, lost and lovely, you look just like a dream, just like a dream.
Well, the blood levels are dropping. More next week, I promise. Wish me luck with my dad in the big apple. We'll be following the footsteps of Bob Dylan, eating cupcakes, and trying not to fight.
ANYWAY, I started the day this morning by baking cookies and watching the rain fall and if that doesn't NAUSEATE the HECK OUT OF YOU, I don't know what will. It was nauseatingly wonderful. I think every chilly, rainy morning should ne started with filling your kitchen with sweet buttery scents.
In other news, Just Like Heaven by the Cure just came on in the overhead music here at Kinko's and few songs put me in an INSTANT good mood, like this song suddenly appearing. I've said this before, but my friend Eddy plays THE BEST VERSION EVER on the mandolin, and I am so proud to say that he will be playing it at our wedding ceremony. I am hoping that the crowd of friends, cousins, grandparents, siblings, and parenst will be so siezed by this song that they will all join in and at the top of their lungs and cry out: You look, lost and lovely, you look just like a dream, just like a dream.
Well, the blood levels are dropping. More next week, I promise. Wish me luck with my dad in the big apple. We'll be following the footsteps of Bob Dylan, eating cupcakes, and trying not to fight.
posted by Summer Pierre at
1:17 PM
2 Comments:
Summer, that sounds like such a perfect way to start your morning. I don't know that song that you mention but I am going to track down the CD and have a listen. I hope you have a great visit with your father. I don't think that you can go wrong with Bob Dylan and cupcakes.
Best,
Chalaundrai
I liked reading this. Also noticed you read Paddy Clarke--one of my favorite books.
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