I figured out what Monday mornings are for.
They’re for kicking off the sheets and making a strong cup of coffee. For lacing up your ragged old Nikes that still get the job done.
For hitting the pavement. For sweating. For Jack White.
For a big bowl of blueberries at the end of it all.
I’m thinking that’s what Mondays are for.
Got to see two wonderful people get married yesterday.
Woke up with swollen feet from too much dancing.
Beach days are great, but there’s something about heading out around 5pm for an evening swim.
There’s also something about leaving the beach and eating cheeseburgers covered in sand.
I miss the weekend.
"Looks like ya got breasts."
-the 9 year old I babysat at the pool today.
Related: might be time to go easy on the cheeseburgers.
When I think about the dinners I’ve loved the most, they all tend to be the kind that weren’t planned.
This was last night with 3 friends whom I love very, very much.
This summer has been pretty swell for a lot of reasons. One of them being the relationships I’ve developed with some pretty fantastic older women.
This morning, a woman whom I absolutely adore, picked me up at my house and we went to a nearby restaurant for early lunch. I ordered a grapefruit beer and she made eyes at me when she saw a cute guy my age in the restaurant. “Maybe you should talk to him,” she said while I bit into on my fried chicken sandwich.
I nodded “yes” just as mayonnaise dribbled down my chin.
When I got home, I went to my neighbor’s house because she was going to a wedding and wanted me to take a picture of her new dress so she could send it to her daughter. I spritzed her updo with some more hairspray and she twirled around the front yard like she was going to prom.
So, yeah. This is summer as an old soul and I like it.