the week that was was kind of surreal.
i got a schoolgirl crush on someone brilliant, and those flutters of innocent, undiluted admiration are making me feel giddy–and also like there’s a possibility he might not be completely unattainable, even if, in truth, he is. i looked up at the full moon. i planned a trip to see some mermaids with old friends. i scratched out the first paragraphs of something i’m hoping will become a viable piece of writing. i went to an art exhibit about hip-hop. i watched some cute second-graders dance and sing. i put on a pair of pants in a smaller size.
so it was a good surreal week.
and i’m not sure what this weekend will hold, other than tomorrow night’s book club (um, i didn’t read the book, although i am reading the imperfectionists right now, soon to be followed by the frog king). some outdoor time, i think. maybe a walk through the farmer’s market or brunch with friends. we’ll see; i’m not making plans. the way things are going, i’m nothing but content right now.
what about you? tell me what you’re up to over the next few days, and i’ll see you back here on monday.
photo by victoria