15 Aug 2013
Plotting all the fun stuff I want to do with my parents in Seattle next week (Pike Place Market, Fremont, Ballard, Delancey: I am coming for you). Few things in life are more fun than hanging out with my parents (those of you who have met them know this fact: they are awesome), but combining that with exploring a new place is probably going to make my head explode, in the best way possible. Can’t wait!
Sewing and knitting and cross stitching.
Dreaming of squeezing in painting and quilting too.
Looking at the Greek alphabet every time I brush my teeth. I’ve got it taped to our bathroom mirror. As Eric would say, “Efficiency!”
Enjoying some summer swimming, both the relaxing kind and the workout kind. This summer has still been mercifully mild, but that won’t keep me from getting in the water.
Tripping over the pile of books next to my side of the bed. I am currently working my way through a travelogue on Greece and a fabulously even-handed book on nutrition. It’s fascinating and refreshingly free of any kind of agenda. Perfect for the kind of person who just wants to pat herself on the back every time she eats vegetables. And beans. And grains. And, oh, everything else except cake.
Working away on the book, and loving every minute of it. I’m currently working the interviews into the body text, and after that there won’t be anything left except finishing the proposal and sending it on out there into the world: eeeee! (That is the sound of a perfect blend of terror and excitement).
Eating so much roasted okra and so much French morning melon. We’re in farmer’s market heaven over here.
Pinching myself that a month from now, we’ll be in Greece. I still have a lot of planning to do. Luckily, that is basically my favorite thing ever.
Feeling so loved, respected, encouraged, and affirmed. And so grateful.