I’d like to write an open letter to California Weather. Here goes nothing…
Dearest California Weather,
I am confused. Please, help me understand.
I’m sure you get a lot of letters. In fact, most of them are probably thank you letters. You’re not a terrible state to live in. I realize we’re spoiled. Strawberries are in season. I should probably just shut my face now, right? Oh, well. […]
On Saturday morning I woke up in a funk. Before my feet even hit the floor I was angry and sullen. It was as if waking up tipped me into a full blown state of overwhelm. My mind raced and I just lay there with flashes of to-do lists and goals and problems and ideas washing over me at warp speed. It was like an internet screen with ALL the tabs open was living right underneath my eyeballs. […]
How’s everyone’s week going? It’s totally almost Friday, which means there’s an impending weekend, which totally calls for things like scones and tea and naps. That sounds idyllic right about now. I’d love to curl up and listen to the raindrops hitting our deck while dunking one of these scones into a cup of chamomile. Maybe read a book. All the wild things one does during their Saturday afternoon. Hmmm… maybe I’ve lost my edge. Oh, well. 😉 […]
It’s been unseasonably warm here in California.
I know, you’re probably rolling your eyes and about to bite my head off about snow and ice and wool socks and one very real Polar Vortex. I get it. It’s obnoxious that it’s warm-ish here. I know I’m supposed to be all brag-a-saurus about how I’ve been getting away with the occasional tank-top or how there isn’t a cloud in the sky today. It’s sunny. Like really sunny. Like “the sun is streaming in through my window as I type this and assaulting my computer screen and giving off a terrible glare” kind of sunny. But, I’m just not that jazzed about it. The usually lush hills surrounding my home look thirsty and haggard. It’s surpassed the awesomely golden shade they turn in summer. It’s just dead. Everything is an even shade of brown. What’s the opposite of a Polar Vortex? Because this feels like that. Dry. Drought-y. Calm. Thirsty. […]
