- Eating: the remains of some very sad tiramisu cupcakes I had attempted to bake earlier this afternoon. Ah well, it’s an excuse to lick my fingers & start afresh. As if this house needed any more sweets.
- Listening to: the Amelie soundtrack. And I just can’t stop.
- Wearing: an airy cotton blouse from UO, ruffled & pale blue polka-dotted, over cuffed khaki shorts. So summertime.
It is late here. The cat has been curled comfortably for hours, eyeing my restless motion. As always, I’m wildly envious of her guilt-free lethargy. Dirty rat.
Like I mentioned already, I’ve traded my brains for a bottle of sunscreen this week. One recurring thought that’s remained, however, is that of my birthday. I know, I know, it’s eons away still. (Well, a month. Somewhere between soon & still too distant to already be planning). But I leave for Tennessee in only seven more days, & a party is in the works for before I go. And whether it’s the sun or something else entirely, I’m having some trouble with thinking of anything I might want.
It’s like a romantic movie, or a glossy magazine spread. I want what I see, but more so, I know it’s not real. Like the picture I posted above, the epitome of conflicting desires in me, & of not knowing just exactly what it is that I want. I made the photograph in the lobby of a historic hotel downtown. Classic Charleston. There’s no place I love better, & yet I can’t see myself staying.
Who knows, cheri. Perhaps you do! Leave some suggestions if you will, & maybe we’ll come up with a gift list before the end of the week.