On Tuesday, fondly

Jumbled thoughts, collected below: 

I am pleased to report that I have successfully returned all six books to the Denver Public Library, one day before their due date. No fines! 

Your song for the day is Regina Spektor's Us. I'm starting to get nostalgic - this week last year was the beginning of the end of South Africa. I remember so badly wanting to get out of the tangled mess that was the end, but I knew even then that an impermeable love for that place had settled in my soul. Every time I hear this song, I think about my commute to and from work. It reminds me of the jangle of the chain as I closed the front gate at Priscilla's; the hustle of Wynberg market; the way the street smelled in the morning; the narrow, slanted sidewalks. I wish I had a jar of South African sand. I would open it right now and dig around, letting the sand slip through my fingers. I would think about wine, and the waves, and looming mountains. I would be home. 

I'm happy. I woke up this morning and I was utterly content, all the way to my bones. I didn't want to get up; I didn't want to leave; I just wanted to roll over and shut out the day. I wanted to nuzzle in, close my eyes, and pretend that the alarm wasn't going to ring obnoxiously in another nine minutes. 

But of course it did, as alarms are wont to do. Even though I'm not nesting happily somewhere, there's a constant current running through me. I can dig this. 

It's too bad we couldn't have just ray-gunned the Jackson 5 so they would have stayed in those childhood moments forever. Much better than their later selves, less creepy. 

On the Weekend

Don't ask. We didn't take any good pictures that night. I tried. But know that these two people are the two most beautiful people I know.  

apparently, I'm too pale for cameras. 

All ages shows make me feel old. 

Friday. Really fun night. The owner of the PS Lounge remembered me and K from last week and bought us drinks while Em and J ate at the Thai place, so that was nice. Then the concert happened. Em and J danced, K and I danced. I was blissfully happy. I love my friends. I love my life.  

Saturday. We ran errands - made a Costco run, ate burritos, washed the car (not mine, of course). I babysat. The little girls are always such a delight. 

Today. Woke up at 5. Made some muffins. Snowboarding with K, K, and E, Friends-giving in the evening. Cranberries turned out alright! 

Can you tell I'm too tired to actually type words? Going to bed early. Going to be a productive human being tomorrow. (maybe)

Day three. We're going to get this by the end of the season, I promise. 

I guess I enjoy standing in front of people and blocking them in pictures. 

Em, K, me, K, day 3, Breckenridge

On the Week and Randomness

Your video for the day is Pearl Jam's Just Breathe. Because it always makes me cry, but in a good way.

This week was wonderful because it went so fast.
I've been busy every night, but I haven't felt tired until today.
Last night, I tossed and turned and tossed and turned some more. By the time I was finally ready to really be asleep, the alarms were going off.

We went sledding on Wednesday! I haven't been in what feels like forever, so it was really nice to trek over to the sledding hill and go for it. E's yellow lab came with us and had fun chasing the saucer sleds, as though she thought they were giant frisbees - they sort of are, but they don't get as much air.
Sledding, followed by hot chocolate and pasole, was amazing! We all curled up in E's basement. It reminded me of college.

Last night, instead of going to trivia, K and I ordered Thai (again - we panicked and couldn't think of anything else) and stayed in. I think I'd like to keep him. We'll see how this works out, but I find him to be incredibly interesting. He's funny - deadpan sarcastic at all times; he's super sweet; he wants a Burmese mountain dog AND he likes artificial banana flavor. What more does a girl need? I've had a really nice couple of weeks and am terrified that I'll jinx it somehow.

Tonight, J is DJing at a gay techno party, so I'm headed there in time to see his set. I can't stay late because I have to be a responsible human being all day tomorrow. But hopefully there can be wild shenanigans tomorrow night (i don't know) and then snowboarding on Sunday, followed by the mad dash to the Avs games for H's birthday.

It should be fun!

Again, I can't stress enough how important it is to do self-breast exams. Please, please, please know their topography. Talk to your doctor at the first sign of any change. It could save your life.