Three-day weekend in my sight.
Three-day weekend starts tonight.
Three-day weekend filled with glee.
Three-day weekend, COME TO ME.
Three-day weekend, hours away.
Three-day weekend still at bay.
Three-day weekend starts right now.
Happy thoughts, frown upsidedown.
I’m *working* but, you know, looking forward to the three-day holiday weekend. The countdown begins with the posting of this, FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME EIGHT!
It’s getting close to my hibernation time, what with the unofficial start of Summer this weekend. I’m going to try this year, though, to get out some, at least at night when the darkness helps temper the temps somewhat. I started this week by heading out on a drive to clear my head and make the adulting things tolerable. I finally visited a location I’ve passed a million times.
Continue reading “Thursday Doors: Library Love”
I’m starting to think not only am I at the mercy of the moon but also the weather. It rained for what seemed like never-ending eons, during my not-as-happy-lately time. The sun came back just as I was starting to feel better.
It could be a coincidence or it could be related. It could be correlational but not causational. I don’t think I can actually use those words that way, but I just did, so there.
OR was EVERYBODY feeling a bit glum, including Mother Nature, and we all just went through it together? That’s a big no, but I digress.
The aforementioned unofficial science-y thoughts officially begin FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME SEFEN!
Many moons ago, I ventured to one of my favorite happy places to celebrate my birthday. Twas a solo retreat meant to enable me to enjoy some sand, surf, and solitude as I began a new trip around the sun.
After several years of not doing so, this year I resurrected this activity. A month ago on what’s known as The Best Day of My Year, I ventured to one of my favorite beaches and spent several glorious days there all by myself.
Happy birthday to me!
Continue reading “Beachin’ Birthday: Part III”
‘Tis the last day of the month, time for a look back at the month that was.
I suppose I should have written this on the weekend, when I had my calendars handy. Alas, it’s early on Tuesday and I’m thinking, “Days… month… blur… What?”
I figure if I start typing, it’ll all come back to me (a la Celine Dion singing a song meant for Meatloaf).
April is ending. Let’s LOOK BACK with Daisy Digest.
I’m all, “I have stories to share. Should I do that?” Or “But my mind is all random-y, too, so should I do that?” Or BOTH?
*faints*
Smile face on the keyboard in the photo whispers, “Be the happy smiley on the keyboard. Just write!”
And so, without further ado, I present:
FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME FOUR
Many moons ago, I ventured to one of my favorite happy places to celebrate my birthday. Twas a solo retreat meant to enable me to enjoy some sand, surf, and solitude as I began a new trip around the sun.
After several years of not doing so, this year I resurrected this activity. Two Thursdays ago, also known as The Best Day of My Year, I ventured to one of my favorite beaches and spent several glorious days there all by myself.
Happy birthday to me!
Continue reading “Thursday Doors: Beachin’ Birthday, Part II”
There are a million scenes like this in southeastern Pennsylvania. I’ve driven past this one a million times and, every time, I’d say, “I need to stop and take some pictures for Thursday Doors.” And I did (finally). Continue reading “Thursday Doors: (Parenthetical)”
If I controlled the world, there would be more of this door. EVERYWHERE. In an extroverted (loud) world, one (introvert) needs as much quiet as one can get. Continue reading “A Magical Mystery Door”
I have the doors, but I haven’t written about the doors, so I’ll write about them for Thursday Doors for next week. I’z all curfubbled (NOT A WORD UNTIL NOW!) today since today began with me, in a half-sleepy stupor, wondering if it was a day I had to go to work. I came to consciousness just enough to mutter Expletive….. it’s only Thursday…. This week has been jammed packed with enough week to have it be over already; alas, there’s one more day to go. To get myself through, I’ve spent this afternoon looking forward, and I came up with a new thing I’m gonna do, just for me.
