Caroline's pairing of socks this morning. A bold move which for her is a no brainer.
This little honeybee, which I found on my way home from school. It looks like he has a secret.
This unusual specimen which I discovered yesterday in the middle of the desert where I went for a run and depleted my electrolytes in about negative ten seconds, still failing to preempt that Canadian brain glitch which assumes weather cools with the advent of school.
It DOESN'T. Not here, anyway.
What do you think it could be??
My guesses are as follows: calcified moon cheese, kryptonite (except my superpowers are still intact, so that's unlikely), or something AWESOME is about to hatch!
Speaking of cheese, do you remember me telling you about a guy named Martin who could talk about food in a way that made you feel a wedge of chocolate held more fascination in its mere pinky than you could hope to muster in a lifetime? Well, he finally answered my question about his top five blue cheeses because Martin is clearly the type of guy who doesn't say something unless he can back it up.
If you have a moment, please check out his blog...I promise you'll never look at blue cheese the same way again. You'll never have a normal resting pulse when it enters the room. You'll be the first to look away when it catches you staring.
Don't ask me how I know.
Franchement, what do you expect?! It's blue cheese, darling. It's the alpha male of the cheese world. This guy isn't trying to groom. He's not trying to spritz, tan, or pluck. He's not here for the book club, ladies. Don't ask if he'd prefer mineral water. He doesn't drink water. Don't expect him to write pretty poetry--he's more the type to grunt his approval when you walk into the room.
And if that flusters you, trust me, you're not alone. If you start talking too fast, laughing too much, smoothing your hair and wishing someone would open a window, you're in good company.
It's blue cheese, darling.
Cheese doesn't come with any more horsepower than that.
And p.s. to the anglophone Canadians--do we say bleu or blue cheese? I can't remember and it's making me sad.
In other news...does anyone else feel like it's only the second week of school and already you're earning a failing grade? I feel anxious and overwhelmed, with too many things to do and therefore perhaps I shouldn't be blogging...a thought which also makes me feel anxious and overwhelmed.
Giving up writing when life gets too busy: that's like being in a sinking lifeboat and throwing one's bar of chocolate overboard to lighten the ballast. Why throw out my bar of chocolate when things are grim? I'd rather heave the laundry.
This may be my way of saying a hiatus is imminent, though I feel stubborn, like the kind of person who tags the Gap without permission. I don't like when life crowds out my writing spells...I may have to inflict more bunny graffiti if this keeps up.
Well, maybe a little break, just wafer thin...
Here's hoping I stay on good behavior in the meantime.