Monday, July 1, 2013

Canada Day 2013

Canada Day:

I spent it reading.
I know, right?

This is the me that I remember.
Insert happy face.

Now insert sad face.
Tragic that I rediscovered my love of reading on the weekend that I should have been doing the final mostly-gross part of packing.

It's 10 pm, and It Is Perfectly Lovely outside right now. It really is too bad that the 30 days leading up to the longest day of the year were rain-filled. I love it when it takes forever to get dark.

Slight breeze. Warm-but-cooling air. No bugs. I would still be sitting out there, on my patio, with a smile on face if I didn't have a cake to bake and a garage to clean.

As soon as I get moved and have something else to blog about, you will see nothing but posts about walks on beaches and mango gelato let me tell you.

Until then, this blog will contain nothing but a whole lotta griping.

I do not want to move again. Ever. My next house will be my forever-and-ever-till-death-do-us-part home.

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Francine Rivers
2. Cool showers
3. Hope


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