These girls, they are my girls. They made me laugh and laugh for one week straight. Here are the better shots of us laughing all the way home…

These girls, they are my girls. They made me laugh and laugh for one week straight. Here are the better shots of us laughing all the way home…

My book club book of the month was such a fast and interesting read this month! Hunger Games, finished, and the second one on my list to pick up from the library.
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It is YA, which is one of my fave genres, and I can’t wait to finish the series. What are you reading right now?
As Rep. Weiner wrote for the New York Times:
I love the House of Representatives and its rules, and I was careful to respect regular order. But I believe sometimes we mistakenly assume you can’t follow those rules and also say what you think, forcefully. Especially when this galling behavior has been on display for years now.
Check out his opinion piece here: Why I Was Angry.
Last week I told you about my moment of straight-across peace to unsubscribe from unnecessary emails. Well, this week K. Sue has taught me to remember that you should continue to challenge yourself, always. She has always used the mouse of her computer with her left hand (as her mother is left handed.) I have always found this interesting, and with the office to myself this week, I was looking for ways to challenge what I do. Since it’s summer, and the office is a little slower than normal, I started working my left hand. How’s it going? Slow. I keep trying to grab the mouse with my right hand. It takes me longer to edit in Photoshop. It makes my arm hurt (who knew you were using so much muscle when using the mouse?) and it makes my fingers confused. But: I am doing it. And I am fidgeting less. Do I really need to click between my windows? Or am I just doing it because it’s easy? How badly do I need to check my myriad of websites I normally check? I find myself only doing things that are actually important. A return to focus, if you will. Exactly what I needed.
Will you try to use your left hand for your mouse for one week, and tell me how it goes?
Plinky Prompt: Write a 10-line poem about your neighbor. Too good to pass up.

“We’re neighbors” is how the conversation starts.
“More like family, really” is what we silently say.
In the chip aisle, we are eye to eye
contemplating options, of the corn and marriage variety.
Sharing clothes, advice, food, hearts, minds.
Having moments of clarity
and moments of, “what the fuck am I doing here?”
and moments that are perfect, and will always, always be calm.
she is my LA good feeling, my summer wind, lightly falling across my heart.
and always, I will ask her for a cup of sugar (or coffee.) always.