The first things I saw when I woke up this morning:
I’m trying to figure out how to make Gwendolyn let me live with her.
Willow would be happy with that, too.
I had to have a beer before I could let her do this. I get a little nervous just watching it, even.
When she let go of the bar, it smacked her in the head, but she was fine.
To completely rip off one of my Very Favorite Blogs Of All Time (Unphotographable)
This is a picture I did not take looking out at the blue, blue Pacific beneath a warm, cloudless, almost sunset sky from the top of a sandstone mountain. The rock under my feet odd, alien, worn by wind and rain. Stunning red manzanita branches twisting up to place their silver leaves in the sunshine. Four miles of ponderosa pines stretching from the bottom of the mountain to the sea; a cool green and lush band between the brown under my feet and the blue forever horizon. Hawks and crows circle the forest, land on treetops, flimsy branches bobbing gently under their weight. I balance on one foot atop a pointy moon rock, in my flipflops and skirt, legs scratched up from hiking through the woods.