Hey there. Sorry you haven't heard much from us lately. On Tuesday we got the sad news that some of our best friends here are moving far far away, and very soon, and it's been just a little bit heartbreaking for me. Add that to that the fact that the most exciting or interesting thing I've done all week has been to replace a faucet, and you might be thanking me that I haven't been cluttering up the interwebs with my sad, cranky, dull self all week.
I'm at the point now where I can talk about them moving without crying, and we're going on vacation soon, and I've been trying to find things to do (read: to eat) that are comforting.
So here's what's brought me joy this week.
That dog and that husband hurt my heart--in a good way.
Fancy little notebook for my purse and a Pilot Precise V Rolling Ball pen to match. Also, Mexican food.
Watching a friend with giant cojones do stand-up comedy.
Back in the Day Bakery key lime bar and bacon jam. Now if that doesn't make you happy, nothing will.
Lizard butt.
Watermelon juice. F yeah!
Five more pounds of peaches. I will try not to eat them all in one sitting.
Not pictured: watching the series finale of Friday Night Lights (I love Coach Taylor with my whole being!), boxed wine, Cassie, sassy little kids who will make you cry by saying things like "I drew you this picture so that you would have something to remember us when we move," yoga pants, down comforters, Pinterest, Parks & Recreation, phone chats with my nearest and dearest, and hot dogs. And Alexia fries. And ketchup. We're classy like that.
This weekend was out of control beautiful, and we wanted to soak up every bit of fun and sunshine that we possibly could.
Savannah can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, but there's just something so exhilarating about spending an afternoon lying on a blanket in the sun, and then realizing that, oh em gee, it's February (!). Springtime in Savannah is just glorious.
Because life has been a bummer lately, this weekend we felt almost obliged to have fun, and to appreciate the beauty in our lives.
So we went downtown, drank margaritas, and mingled with the tourists.
And we stalked a puppy so cute I thought my uterus would burst.
And we went to hang out with Iris and Opal.
And we went to the park.
And we drank smoothies.
And we played games.
And we watched other people.
And we smiled. And some of us read books.
And we laughed. And we just enjoyed the company of each other, and of our friends.
Um, are you kidding me right now with this dog smile? Reilly had his first boat ride on Sunday, and when he came here to visit that night that was all he and Mitch talked about. There's just something about a dog on a boat, smiling away.
I've got lots of reasons to smile right now.
That dog. Today I was reading The Odyssey with my ninth graders, and it got to the part where Odysseus returns home and his dog recognizes him after twenty years. It was all I could do not to cry. All happiness, those creatures are.
Matt. I really like him. I also really like that he is the grill master, and that he likes to sing stupid songs with me, and that he tolerates my manic behavior.
Ten more days of school. Whaaaaa? Yeah, ten. Tomorrow that shit will be in the single digits. I'm also smiling because this has been my best school year yet.
The word shit. It's my new fave.
This weekend. Free concert in Forsyth Park tomorrow night (some G Love character), and Hugh and Cassie's after that. If you don't hear from us, it's probably because we're stuffing our faces with Cassie's amazing cooking.
My vacuum. I'm still obsessed.
Enamel colanders. Beauty.
Netflix Instant. And the fact that I can lie on the couch and rewatch Friday Night Lights with our Netflix Instant Wii disc. What did people do before the internet? Probably just laundry.
Only ten more days of school. Oh, did I mention that already?
Cupcakes. I love them, even if they do keep me fat.
Target. Ours has been a long, hot love affair.
Sally Hansen Complete Salon Manicure nail polish. Makes me feel like a real girl.
George Clooney. Oh yeah, my prize for getting through The Odyssey with ninth graders is that I get to spend a day watching O Brother Where Art Thou?. I've seen the movie dozens of times, and never tire of George Clooney's facial expressions. An added bonus is that afterward I get to listen to ninth graders' renditions of "Man of Constant Sorrow."
Oh, and I only have ten more days of school, in case you forgot.
What a week it's been! This time last week I was frantically cleaning the house and running errands so that I could relax and enjoy birthday/spring break. And after an incredible birthday celebration I got to hang out with Caitie and her daughter Phebe for a few days (and now we're relaxing at Matt's parents' lake house--more on that later).
I hadn't had that much time to just hang out with Caitie--stress free--since we were roommates in college. Those days were pretty glorious: roller skating around Harrisonburg, stalking professors, ganging up on our other roommates, sitting on the sidewalk waiting for cute boys to ride past on bicycles, eating freez-e-pops, skipping class, and lying on her ridiculously comfortable bed watching the "I'm so excited, I'm so excited, I'm so--scared" episode of Saved by the Bell. You get the picture.
But we're grown-ups now, and being a grown-up is sometimes less fun than roller skating past a professor's house trying to catch a glimpse of her new Chinese baby. Now we have real responsibilites and slower metabolism and stressors and bills, and even though life is still good, it's rarely as carefree as it used to be. But this week? This week has been like those days on Grattan Street.
After waging war on pollen and these supposed allergies, I woke up yesterday able to breathe through my nose. I took a bath, painted my toenails, cleaned the house, blogged, and waited for Caitie to get up. Then we shopped and lunched and shopped some more. I bought my one millionth hoodie:
And then we went to Forsyth Park on what might have been the most beautiful afternoon of the year. Phebe came, too. And I took 600 pictures of her.
Look at that FACE!
After people-watching and Phebe-watching, we met up with Matt and got ice cream at the Forsyth Park Cafe.
And then? Then what did we do?
UNIVERSOUL CIRCUS!
We had really good seats--so good that I was kind of hoping that one of the tigers would attack the trainer, because I could get good pictures of it. But we don't always get what we want. (I felt really bad for the tigers and elephants in the show. I did not feel bad for the troupe of trickster poodles, which was probably Caitie's favorite part of the whole circus, because it was really obvious that their trainer loved them.)
Meow!
The only disappointing part of UniverSoul was that the cage of death jumper guys from last year weren't part of the show. Good thing there's YouTube.
When I called Matt during intermisison to tell him that we hadn't seen them, he responded, "Yeah, because they probably died." Hopefully not. (They're not being mean to tigers, so I'm more worried about their safety.)
When we returned home, Matt had dinner ready (we use chicken instead of shrimp), and then we all ate and talked and drank too much.
To sum up: baths, beautification, shopping, lunching, parks, pups, pictures, ice cream, circus, pasta, wine, friends, and husbands. It doesn't get much better than that.
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