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my heart still splashes in my chest

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5gts, rolling into a weekend:

This photo reminds me of: fall, friends, Corelyn, the Pioneer Woman, and happiness. And how my photography used to be so.much.worse. Oh well, I move on.

1. Tonight I am getting my hair cut.

2. Tomorrow, I head to a drive in theater after making a delicious cake with Rebecca, after going to soccer to see my babies.

3. “Movin’ to October” Pandora is on, boasting Paul Simon, and James Taylor, and Josh Kelley, and Adele.

4. Zucchini bread for breakfast, Pasta fagioli for lunch, and a cake this afternoon = best Friday.

5. This post which was a year ago yesterday. 

 

Sunday is…

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Sunday is:

Sleeping in. Coffee. Looking in an empty fridge, because June = travel. Cereal. Cleaning the kitchen, first. straighten the house. New garage springs. No more nearly being squashed by the door. Biking to the hardest yoga session I’ve ever been too. Circle of abs. Biking to my hair cut. “Do you sleep on this side of your head? Have you been stressed?” A fortune-telling hairdresser. Helmet on: bike home. Lunch. Tuna, because once again – fridge = empty. Tennis with Jeff. Lots of sunscreen. Shower, a second call, to ask, “Are you SURE you don’t need us to bring anything?” They didn’t. Cricket’s to a wonderful party. Vodka-cran, burger. BBQ chicken wings. Friends, laughing. Birthday presents = a presidential dog puzzle = perfect. New kitchen pot holders. Bookends for Jeffrey. A perfect day. Laughing. Smiling. Continuation of Saturday. Same friends, different day. Perfect day.

Talk of the rest of the summer. How quickly it will go.

Next up? BBQ at home. Later, chickadees.