first off, I am not looking forward to anything this year, meaning, simply, that I am not holding myself up to ridiculous standards or expectations. I am free-falling it this year. I'ma let the chips fall where they may and deal with things as I'm
but one can dream.
what I like to do is tutoring, therapy and eat out. I will determine to do all of those with much gusto and with oftenness. gilmore girls is almost finished now, only four hours left, so I will soon have a short period of let-down, but am confident that the thinking about eating out "like" will fill the void in short order. I'm a relatively simple girl.
who I love? man ... I love hard, and lots, but today I want to write about sarah. it's so weird in so many ways to have to say I have only known her for a few years because in reality, it feels like I have shared my life with her since Uni, which is impossible, but when I look at her pictures and hear her stories I am convinced I was there, like a fly on the wall shomehow. I am so glad I met her, even if some people think it's creepy how we met. she's the one on the right, in the coral shirt.
we met online.
and her family invited our family to come live with them for a whole week
and we went
and people said we were crazy
sarah is the coolest thing since avacados. and I LOVE love avacados.
sarah is the most amazing writer, deep, insightful, funny, sarcastic, brilliant, laid-back, comfortable in an old favourite pair of socks way. I love her reflections. I love the books she loves. I love the way she spends an evening. I love her home. I love her kids. I love her randy. (incidentally, I have heard that I would love his guacamole and I know I love his fried rice. these things add to the mix beautifully). I love her friends, at least the ones crazy enough to meet us and stay friends with us. I love her state. I love being her canadian.
I do not share her love of janet evanovich but I can live with it.
I love that we can laugh about not wearing bold colours and gout and alpaca ponchos.
I love that when we get drenched in the rain, in the mountains, she agrees that picture taking is not on the list.
I especially love that she touched the art, and got yelled at.
I love that I have some of her old towels in my linen closet.
I love sarah
and now I sound really, really creepy.