Thoughts over soup.

Here I sit in my kitchen, mulling over things as I slowly consume tomato bisque. I'm not really much of one for tomato soups, but it's all the Purple Onion had today, and I really wanted soup. So I took the rest of it home with me to sip slowly and silently.


Today was one of those summer days that was low-key, yet memorable. One does not have to have a rip-roarin' time to have a good time.


First off, I was woken up to the sound of three little boys knocking on our front door, placing a fistful of rather disgruntled flowers on the step, and scurrying off into the bushes to wait for someone to come and see what is going on. This happened a least twice, and we now have a vase sparsely filled with marigolds, hosta blooms, and echinacea, all of which does not appear to want to survive for more than three days. I personally thought it was rather charming, and settled down with my eggs on toast to soak up the morning.


The day was spent finishing a good book, eating fried apples, organizing my apartment bedroom, getting my butt kneaded by a cat, moseying though Dinkytown with my sister, eating said soup, attempting to study French, and buying glow stick bracelets from the Target dollar section. The last bit of our evening was spent beating each other on iPhone games, and a giddy round of Pictionary with the whole fam.




I topped it all off with a breakfast banana split that is sure to make you drool all over. It was DELICIOUS.

I figure one can use what they have---I used strawberries vs. blueberries, whole almonds, and blackberry jam.
YUM.

So there you have it. Just a simple day that I wish you all could have been there to enjoy with me. Misery may love company, but so does sheer contentment.

Well, the crickets are telling me it's in the mid-60's outside, and it's also time to think about starting to wind down and wrap myself up in a book. Or maybe paint. Yeah. Maybe.

Cheers.

Songs of the Week, jah:

Father Said by Skrillex

Iron by Woodkid

Flat of the Blade by Massive Attack

Silhouettes

I have two favorite times of day. They occur within a few hours of each other, so If i have a lot of time on my hands, I can sit around and enjoy them nonstop. The first is the golden hour, which is the hour or so before sunset, which everything glows like a Tuscan painting. The sunset itself can be good, that's always a treat, but the part I really like is when the sun goes down. Dusk. Twilight. Whatever. I prefer 'dusk' now, since the word 'twilight' has been marred.


I don't what is is about this time of day, but it makes me want to slow down and just soak it in. I did that just now, as I walked into my bedroom. All the lights were off, and the curtains were open, which let me see the silhouettes of the trees, and the gently gradating sky behind it. Tonight the fading sunlight has painted my favorite color scale in the sky: light orange to rich green to a deep blue. I had to paint one in my color class like it once, and let me tell you, it was stunning. I love color.


As I walked into my room, took off the flannel shirt over my tank top, I sat down at m desk, turned on the most calming dusky song, and stood at the window, gazing out over my darkened neighborhood. As Bon Iver's Perth wafted out my window, I could feel my mind and body both slowly relax. I had been really stressed out this evening over figuring out my school and work schedule, and had had about enough of wallowing in it, when Carla came in an we decided to go to the library, which helped a ton.


I stared out at the dim sky and the deep gray clouds catching any last bit of light they could before they lost their silver lining entirely. The trees. Silhouettes, barley ruffled by the night breeze, stood like guardians over the street. Calm and constant. Bats floated by, dipping and dodging on an unseen trail. A mosquito tried to barge its way through my screen. I found myself barely visible to my own eyes, my skin a light gray in the fading light.


And I am sitting here now, still in the darkness, gazing out upon that scene. It is obviously later now, and the silhouettes have almost melted into their murky backdrop. My favorite soundtrack song, One For the Road/Storm Clouds serenades this moment perfectly. I find my jittery body calming down.


The summer night is never silent. Crickets keep an even blanket of sound going, never resting for a second. A bug will trill every one in a while, as if he is trying to yell above the din. A restless songbird gives off a single tweet.


I can hear my sister clunking around dishes in the kitchen as se prepares to bake bread tonight.


I think I will join her, as I am more relaxed.


After looking at the silhouettes.




Songs of this Night:


One for the Road/Storm Clouds from  the 3:10 to Yuma soundtrack


Perth by Bon Iver

Stuff.

It's been a long while since I blogged here. I've had a lot of words going through my head to say lately, but no time or motivation to write them down.


Lots has gone on since I last wrote. My family went up on our annual trip to Sugar Lake with my grandparents in Grand Rapids, MN. That was really nice. We canoed, golfed ( I barely survived that) watched movies, read books, swam in the crystal clear lake, sailed, and basked in the sunsets. It was really lovely.


After that week of niceness, we came home, and the next day, Carla, Kaiya and myself went to a Cloud Cult concert at Orchestra Hall. It was really fun. They have two live painters, and even though we had seats in the third tier, waaaay up high, we brought binoculars, which was like being on stage. The only downside was the lesbian couple in front of us being really PDA-y. I don't care who you are, but please, be courteous around a bajillion people, and don't suck each other's faces off. Oh, and sit down during the double-encore. No one likes you.


Anyways, then my grandma came up from St. Louis for a week. I wasn't there for the first couple of days, as I moved out of my old apartment and into the new one. Lots of work, and I'm glad that ordeal is over with. More on the developments there, later.


Yup, so Grandma was here, and we mini golfed, I had my favorite ice cream at Sebastian Joe's (SPUMONI!!), went to a 50's burger joint, all that jazz. It was a good week, but really tiring.




I know I'm going a really brief and fairly uninteresting over cap here. Sorry. I'm just sorta impatient today.


Done with this post.