So I woke up this morning and literally catapulted out of bed, as though the coffee I was planning to consume in an hour or so was already coursing through my veins due to some sort of space/time paradox occurring, and after shooting into my clothing, I raced away in the car to gather donuts and Starbucks sandwiches because it’s Saturday and that’s what Saturday means if you look it up, and now I’m sitting here with actual coffee charging through my veins along with a glazed donut and I think some sort of cardiac explosion is in my near future.
“I’m Walking On Sunshine” was playing on the radio, and I cranked it up, even though it looks like this outside and is very NOT like walking on sunshine.
The above photo was taken at my parents’ house, where I spent the last couple of days having a wee little bit of a getaway with my five eldest girls. We talked and shopped and looked at old photographs and had a good time, in spite of the non-walking-on-sunshine weather.
It’s not that there isn’t beauty in gloom. Just that you have to look a little harder to find it. For example:
(all photos my own ‘cept for the last one…that’s Rose’s)
Not to mention we had this divine creature with us…
The little bugger is 10 months old now. Who gave him permission?
We went to my favorite bookstore…
and bought a few things…
and went to lunch…
at the sandwich shops, the walls were lined with superhero posters…
This is Martian Manhunter. It occurred to me that I had seen him somewhere before. And then I realized.
I now know Martian Manhunter’s alter ego: it’s Ed Harris!
Speaking of superheroes, here’s a picture of my sister and me.
Haha! We’re not really superheroes. That I know of.
My sister doesn’t read my blog. No matter how hard I try to get her to. But I still love her. I guess.
No, really! I do. I do love her. Even though she gave me a black eye once.
So what I’m trying to say is, we had a good couple of days. Today is greyer than ever before and we have another (UH. NUH. THER.) winter storm warning in the works for tomorrow, and I’d cry if it wasn’t for the walking-on-sunshine song still vibrating my brain stem.
Also, these pictures make me happy.
Postponing yet another winter mental meltdown: check.