Popsicles

[georginasand]

"Life is short, but it's wide" ~Genevieve Whitman in The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya-Sisterhood

There were never supposed to be the 'I'm going to tell you about my day' sort of letters, but I have had the most marvelous day so I can't resist. 



I went to the pool intent on swimming my laps and then going home. And I swam my laps, all 300 metres and than lay in the sun for an hour. Apparently I am turning into one of those girls; you know one of those girls who can lie at the pool without actually swimming for hours reading a trashy romance novel. I think my only saving grace was that I did swim, and that I was reading Lolita. (Which isn't really worth it. As far as I am concerned all Nabokov accomplished with that book was take a perfectly good name out of the baby books. You think I'm kidding, how many Lolita's do you know?) I also fell asleep for about 20 minutes and right before I woke up I could have sworn I was on the bow of a Flying Scot.

I went to the park, had a lovely picnic complete with a massive peanut butter and jelly sandwich (peanut butter on both pieces of bread so it doesn't soak through), carrots, and The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.

I read all of the The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood which was amazing, and reminded me how much I love a) Theater people ('like I could forget) and b) Southerners (hi, Sarah) and that my mother really isn't all that bad.

I decided I wanted a popsicle, and just got up and left on an epic popsicle quest. You would not believe how difficult it is to find a popsicle. I went to three stores and ended up paying three bucks for it. I swear, in any other gas station in the country you can get a plain old orange popsicle for less than a dollar.

It's been a long time since I've been this spontaneous and it was lovely. I think the only thing that could possibly make it better would be a convertible and gas for $1.75 a gallon. ... or a boy, a boy would be nice.  (fine, yes I will call him... don't give me that look Merry).

Now I am going to take a shower, make dinner (mmm... quesadillas with leftover pork chop) and go to a job that, despite its close resemblance to serfdom, I adore.  I love vacation.

I remain,
Georgie

Comments

[merrycaepa.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked it; I'll bring Tuscan Sun tomorrow. Mmmm, summer reading.

I've just read Isabelle Allende's new autobiography, The Sum of Our Days. It's quite beautiful, and I'd offer to lend it to you except that it's my neighbor's book. Also, Anne Lamotte's Bird by Bird.

Remind me to buy tomatoes tomorrow.

[georginasand.livejournal.com]

Buy tomatoes tomorrow!

[merrycaepa.livejournal.com]

Yes, dear.