I just want to go to bed so I can wake up and have my cup of tea.
Last night I was cooking Indian food at Dalal's and drinking a beer. At one point I picked up a bottle of peanut oil and carried it around, looking for the lid. I got distracted, then took a slug of my beer which seemed, in my mouth, to be too warm and viscous. I looked at the bottle in my hand. It was the peanut oil.
Not yummy.
has been good. I mean,last summer was full of icy aqueduct water in Rome and sandwiches on the street in Firenze. Hard to follow that act. But this summer has been interesting. I've:
picked blueberries in Oregon and made them into pancakes
eaten "squeaky cheese" in Tillamook, which I hated and spat out
had much berry cobbler/crisp. My fave.
had a Brush With Crime!
taken a class of non-readers through Phillip Pullman's "The Golden Compass" and had fun.
read a story at Voz Alta
sent work to an agent
been turned away from a bar with an under 21 yr old with a bad fake id (Sara!)
seen a dead baby coyote
drifted in a swimming pool at midnight in the desert, looking at stars
camped in my brother's back yard
sweated in 114 degree heat
had my first mojito. loved it!
jumped on a trampoline with my Alec and my Olivia
drank coke from a glass bottle in Mexico
cried on a plane after reading the 6th Harry Potter
made friends with the two kids sitting next to me on the plane (Hi Iain and Alex!) and talked Pottermania for 2 hours. their mom was a Scot.
And that's all I want to say about that.