For some reason, this year more than any other in recent memory, I am looking forward to summer. Not just a passive wishing, though, no. This is a full bodied yearn, a fervent desire, almost palpable. My insides are happy when the sun falls through the fresh green leaves, and when I can walk outside in the afternoon to warm temperatures. I can’t even think about cold weather, or snow, or ice. We had enough of that this year, and I think I’ve gotten my own personal taste of the North, and thank you, but no thank you. I’m a Southern girl, through and through – no more ice. Ever. Except in my sweet tea.
Moving beyond the simple meteorological aspect of these upcoming months, I am also rather excited for the events the summer will bring. From wild and crazy nannying (where I will get in the pool and get a tan), to reviewing books, to teaching a dear friend how to play her guitar, this summer is going to, quite simply, rock.
I’m happy here, in this little condo in eastern Sandy Springs. The air is on, as are the lights, and dinner is awaiting the arrival of the boy while tainting the house with the smell of spicy sausage and dirty rice. We’re getting cable and internet installed on Saturday, and mom and I have been exercising every night, which makes me feel an interesting kind of energized.
It’s interesting to me how we spend our evenings. Ry watches shows or plays games on the desktop in the bedroom, while I settle on the left side of the couch, laptop in lap and / or book in hand. For example, tonight Ry is watching Craig Ferguson (interviewing the actor who plays Sheldon Cooper on The Big Bang Theory, one of our favorite shows) and I’m settled into the couch cushions, a new Word doc open and about to write a book review. I write my reviews in fun fonts; I pick the one that reflects the tone of the book. This most current book was about a circus, so the script is stylish, wavy, with flourishes here and there. In any case, the coffee is brewing and the lights are all on, and I’m loving this life right now. It’s peaceful, seemingly right on track, and while nothing is perfect I’m feeling pretty damn close.
And…my birthday. Is. In. Three. Weeks. Three weeks from today, actually, and I can’t wait. Lots of fun things planned, three days worth, actually, because one only turns 25 once! That day will also mark the commencement of my new, freshly improved daisyflyover, a daisyflyover in which I, Laura, will write every day. YES, you read that correctly, dear readers, it’s my own personal 365-day project. I’m finally jumping on the bandwagon. We will see how this goes.