georginasand | Popsicles

"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