What I really want right now… a slide out cutting board like my grandma had. Why don’t they make kitchens with those anymore?
My thought on my morning commute today: I can’t scrapbook to save my life (poor Beau) but I can blog. Maybe this blog is really just one big old scrapbook of us, much like my Grandma’s scrapbook of the ‘65 trip across country (1 woman + 6 kids + a blue Ford Van = Road trip from California to Maine.)
So it turns out there is some French in War and Peace. Not a lot, but just enough to make me wish I had kept up with French after high school and college. The plus side is that I’m understanding more than I thought I would.
Trying to wear flip flops less. It’s hard. I wear them every single day. How I ever got through Iowa winters I’ll never know.
While we’re on the subject of shoes, in an attempt to dress more adult-like, I’m going to inject some ballet flats into my shoe collection.
Palms and planes make me so happy. What makes you so happy?
I love this place I call home. It might sound funny, but driving this week I thought to myself, “I love my valley.” I love being cradled by my mountains, love how the sun casts them in a purple light in the evenings and a golden glow in the mornings.
Because I love the book, and because we have more advantages than we sometimes think… “In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.” —The Great Gatsby—
Another beautifully written book? Suite Francaise. I’ve only read the first paragraph, but it is beautiful in its simplicity.
We’re on for Disneyland this summer. Yay us! Do they still have the Electrical Light Parade? (If they don’t does that date me?)
The weather person in me thinks there’s a 90% chance Winter is over here.
Beau is watching You Tube as I type this. He’s watching some sort of Snow White “Whistle While You Work” video in a language that sounds like a mix of Japanese and Italian. He is enthralled and it is funny.
That whole “people don’t do what you think they should do” lesson is hard for me.
Well folks, we made it to the weekend! Have a great one!