On sunday, i went to Wild Waves with a bunch of friends. It didn't break 57 degrees all day long, and there we were in our bathing suits and shorts, looking for all the world like him an popsicles. We spent a lot of time in the hot tub and the wave pool, and a lot of time huddled together shivering.
It was still fun despite the cold. LL did this thing that's basically a huge swing--they strp you into a sling, hoist you 125 feet in the air and then let you go. That looked like a lot of fun, though initially i was like, "you'll NEVER get me on that thing."
Afterwards, we went to LL's house and piled into her bed. Then we had soup to warm up, and gamed some.
Overall, a very good day.
I have a new Sister Soleil album and it's very, very good. Sister Soleil is very yummy. I also go a Moxy Früvous album, a subminute:radio album, and Peter Gabriel's Passion. It was a good haul, oh yes it was.
I am really digging on the SS album, though. everyone needs to get this thing, yes.
"Darling, you've got to lose your princess tendencies."
I started work on the bathroom this weekend.The changes are smallish, but they make a big difference. Shelves over the toilet let me get things off the back of the toilet and quadruple the storage space in the bathroom. A big rug on the floor is soft underfoot. Candles on the shelves cast a soft light.
A few decorations--a framed print, some dried flowers, a plant--will complete the room and bring it together. Already, walking into that room is much nicer than it was. this is a room in which i could see myself spending some time, now.
(Tess inspired this change. I thank her for the inspiration.)
now, if I could only get my bedroom clean, we'd be getting somewhere. Heh.
It's blackberry season out here in Seattle.Some of the first settlers brought blackberry vines with them when they came to Seattle, thinking that it was a little piece of home that they'd miss otherwise, since berries don't transport well.
As a result of that, there are blackberries growing in every vacant lot, in every patch disturbed by man and left to itself. And right now, all of those blackberries are coming ripe. The birds are happy, and there's more than enough to share with girls who walk by the edges of the patches and eat berries until their tongues turn purple.
There is nothing like eating sun-warmed blackberries right off of the vine. I can walk a block from my house and pick them until i'm stuffed. You'd think i'd get tired of them, but I never do. i never make anything out of them or even carry any of them away with me. i just suck all of the juice out of them and crunch the seeds between my teeth, standing in the sun and smelling the berries and the lake and grinning.
This is what summer is all about, for me. It's pleasures fragile as soap bubbles, things that live and die in a flash, warm nights and a little bit of sun in the afternoon. The rest of the year is the long slow heartbeat of time, for rain and green and grey skies and long nights.
Summer's for a face lifted to the sun, a quickened step and siestas underneath trees.
