This picture has nothing to do with what I'm going to write about, but I just really like to have a photo with every post. This is the living room of Gina's lake house the morning of her wedding. I couldn't find a photo that related to the feeling of Fall in the air this morning. I woke up in the night and needed to pull my comforter over me and I was instantly, yes, comforted. It makes me think that I am truly a Seattlite (not Seattleite, stupid magazine) because the warm weather gets to me after a little while. Of course, I'm not having anything close to a normal Summer. It's hard to be sad when the sun is shining so brightly, when the flowers are at their best, when the rest of the world is pursuing Summer fun. It's easier to burrow down in a blanket and let sadness take its course when the morning is grey and the air coming in the open windows makes me curl up so I can cover my feet with the edge of my robe. Soup Season is a greater comfort than Salad Season. There's no comfort in a taco, but there is in a roast that takes 4 hours to cook and fills you to the point of needing to shut down and sleep. I predict this will be a Winter of Weight Gain, but I don't really care. Maybe I'll buy a house and live on Ramen for 6 months and that will hold off the comfort pounds.

Home Again

I love this picture that John took at the first of the two weddings we went to. This is taken over an elevated pool and then the tent was down a little slope. Beautiful evening. It is strange to be back, traveling was a complete distraction. Now I am on the lookout for other distractions - hallelujah, the internet is a great one. Maybe I'll just starting sitting here all day, every day, writing down my thoughts as they come. Perfect. Except that I don't have a really comfortable chair.
Instead, I'll just try to get back in the swing of writing new stuff and posting a couple times a week and generally trying to be too busy to think about things too much. Think about things some = good. Think about things too much = bad.