|you'll only get this if you grew up mo in the seventies|
i'm reading the memoir of our upcoming guest blogger (appearing here on monday), kim gledhill, called seeing in the dark. if ever there was a tight place, girl's seen it & lived it. makes me ashamed of my petty complaints and maladies. it's also inspiring. so, stay tuned for her post here. i can't wait.
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julie and i have an ongoing conversation about how hard the unstructured time of saturday is. so far, i have two saturday rituals 1) morning yoga and 2) 3 provo bakery donuts for the kids: bavarian creme, glazed, and chocolate sprinkle. two saturdays in a row now we've gone swimming, so maybe that's becoming a thing. i spent the afternoon reading kim gledhill's book in a path of sunlight while bammy took the two little kids to a movie and wendy's. but still, a little gloom hung over us. is it just february?
do other people loathe saturday? or love it? and what do they do? i always imagine that they're getting nails done and massages and brunching and then going to the theatre followed by a midnight supper. that's what most people do, no?
the voyeur in me really wants to know what your saturdays are like, and if you love or loathe them.
legwear: bare, post swimming.
inspiration: all day i've been thinking about living life one second at a time. it's been an interesting day because i've been thinking about breathing constantly.
looking forward: to finishing kim's book.