I really wish it would storm. But, because the last day of August is upon me, I am not going to hope too hard. Minnesota weather does not grant wishes easily, and that is just too bad.
I decided about seven weeks ago that when I have my own house someday, I am going to put golf course green turf down on my lawn. It's not practical at all, but feels very nice on one's toes. And is very ideal for picnics.
I am going to have to pause for a few seconds to take in the glorious sounds of my summer theme song blaring from the radio.
This being it.
I highly recommend blaring this from your car radio in typical summertime fashion, and wait for the bass to roll over your head. You'll see.
Last night, while my dad and I were working on a project in the garage, I stumbled upon a treasure in the workroom: my great-great grandfather's level. It looks like something from an old shipyard. I put it on my bookshelf.
I realize I am not stating anything deep and profound right now, and i think that is due to:
1. I slept a lot today, and that makes one very groggy
2. My summer theme song is still playing, and I have to take it in.
3. I have not made time to stew over deep thoughts recently. I feel as if college will stir up some controversial and conversational thoughts, though. Two days left until that.
So, bear with me.
I leave now to go get a nice dose of current events from a very reliable source.
(Why don't you?)
Deep thoughts will be drifting in later.
