"If you're not getting older, you're dead."
So glad you're getting older! Happy birthday!! 🥂
Love is my resistance.
"If you're not getting older, you're dead."
So glad you're getting older! Happy birthday!! 🥂
Temperature: a cloudy 20/68 degrees.
Eating: hummus on rye.
Drinking: Would some poncha pack too much punch? It is Friday, after all. Madeira, que saudade!
Listening: to the wind in the wych elm. We didn't plant it but we're keeping it, and marveling at it.
Watching: Did you catch the Perseids? Or the (partial) solar eclipse?
Reading: Now this is interesting. And this.
Thinking: By any metric, Trump is the most corrupt president the United States has ever had.
Feeling: like trying erotic asphyxiation? Don't. I understand curiosity, the draw of novelty, but it's incredibly dangerous, messing with your breathing. If you know what you're doing, you can kill a person with your bare hands, surprisingly fast. If you don't know what you're doing, you can kill a person with your bare hands, surprisingly fast. Why risk injury or sudden death when there are tons of sexy fun to be had in sooo many other ways. Put your hand on my throat in anything but a you-got-something-there-let-me-swipe-that-off-for-you gesture or a gentle caress and I will break your arm.
...e eu abri! July, sweetie darlings!! Birthday month, summer holiday month, letting my hair down month, and woah if the family ginger isn't getting more prominent as I age. (My great-uncle O was bald. Or so I thought. Turned out he'd a full head of hair, coarse and curly and roaring red. Clown was one of the milder monikers he had to endure. And so he shaved it all off for the rest of his days. I intend to keep mine, for his sake and for all the gingers out there. Let that red roar!)
But seriously, stay safe and hydrated, and don't forget to wear sunscreen, and keep to the shade at peak UV, and read a good book, or a really bad one you can unrecommend and use as a conversation starter starting a whole discussion about books and tastes and genres with a friend or a friendly stranger, and get some exercise in when it's not too hot, and cook a good meal and eat it with gusto, go see a movie or a play or visit a museum or several, celebrate art and artists and the miracle of being alive to witness and experience and cherish the beauty of the world around you.
Temperature: a cooler 20/68 degrees after a sultry solstice, but the heat is about to return. Nothing like what southern Europe is experiencing but still.
Eating: all manner of fresh summer produce.
Drinking: mineral water.
Listening: to Brazilian tunes in honor of Festa Junina, a colorful, flavorful month of celebrations centered around farming, the harvest season, the countryside, and rural life in general.
Watching: the World Cup here and there and with less enthusiasm every Copa. Money ruins everything; it really does.
Reading: Moominsummer Madness. “The sun had set, but now in June there was of course no darkness at night to speak of. The night was pale and dreamy and full of magic.”
Writing: anything new you'd like to share with your devotees?
Thinking: That studentfest was really something. And that other thing, awww! The world is not ready for your daughters. *cheeky grin*
Feeling: grateful we got to be a part of it all.
*Happy St. John's!