I texted J this morning after I'd slept on it.
I painted sunflowers last night and discovered the same thing I always discover: I do NOT UNDERSTAND FLOWERS.
Dude, me either. Too much consistent inconsistency.
I think that's it. The structure is too consistent and rigid but still, somehow, surprising and inconsistent.
I don't understand anything that's not a FACE. Just give me a FACE.
Well, I guess it's okay now that I look at it on here. But it wasn't what I was going for.
It's been a rough couple weeks. I had a strange stomach ache for over a week that, no matter how I treated it, stayed and stayed. Kept me up at night, wouldn't let me eat anything, distracted me and wouldn't leave me alone. All I wanted was soup and crackers and 7-Up for days...
It feels allergy related. I've only developed allergies since I moved to the big O and they're sneaking their way in gradually. Each summer they're a little bit worse, a little more inconvenient, and little more Hmmm, is this what allergies feel like? And I know it sounds weird, but this stomach ache was so resistant to anything I did I can't help but wonder if it wasn't your typical "bug."
Oh yeah, then my birthday rolled around (more to follow on that) but, wah, it was on a Monday and WHO in the WORLD wants to have a birthday on a MONDAY? NOBODY. Mondays are inherently stupid, even if you do go to a killer breakfast at Gravy when nobody is there, and the food is just as awesome as it is on a busy Saturday.
I guess there's just something... "off"... about having a birthday. Even if you have tons of fun and surround yourself with people, as soon as you get a moment alone all these sad/weird feelings start creeping in. A reminder of the swiftness of time, perhaps? I think so.
Anyway, enough of that. The weekend before my birthday was splendid, particularly my Girls Breakfast on Saturday. When we do Screen Door, we each order our own meals and then put Fried Chicken & Waffles right smack in the middle of the table to share.
Don't be afraid. I was skeptical at first, before I discovered the magic...
It's the thing I keep telling everybody: it's all about the Salty + Sweet. The ice cream shops are finally starting to figure it out. There is yet to be fried chicken and waffle flavored ice cream, but Pear & Bleu Cheese is certainly a step in the right direction (ten points for Salt & Straw).
[diversion]
[saltandstraw.com]
[Seriously, check out these flavors. You'll just crap.]
[...Pretty sure my mom's like "Ooooo, Coffee & Bourbon!"]
My lovely and adorable friend Nelle gave me a bundle of fresh sunflowers that now sit perkily in my sunny kitchen. I've never had sunflowers before and I'm starting to understand the appeal. They prompted the desire to paint and are just so darned HAPPY!
The next day, I had a coffee date at my house with Brother and that was as delightful as delightful can be. I really do have the best kitchen for coffee-ing. He mentioned the dangers of having a tall comfy stool next to my java station, however, and ever since he mentioned it I've begun to understand the perils. Not to mention the "station" has slowly become home to not only the hot tasty beverages, but the tasty "adult" beverages. I'm sure you can clearly see the perils of having a strategically placed chair of proper height next to the place that dispenses happy juice.
(Tonight was especially happy.)
Oh, that reminds me -- I need help thinking of a name for the beverage I invented. Well, at least that's what Brother told me. If it actually exists somewhere and he said that just because, then I'm going to be really mad.
Mystery Drink a la Summertime
Rocks
Vodka
Vermouth
OJ
Splash tonic
YUMMMMM.
I have this problem with blog posts. I just start going on and on, as if they're going somewhere, and then I don't know how to stop them. I don't know how to tie it up neatly at the end, to make it feel "whole."
How about,
Buh-BAM.
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