So in the process of moving the site to a new server something got… grumpy with my wordpress theme and it seems the theme support has vanished from the internet and I have managed to make it functional if less pretty for the moment.
I’ll be spending the evening trying to either make it less grumpy or find a new theme (suggestions welcome – something minimal & customizable) and also eating ice cream.
Also! This means my site-based email is down, rah.
the short yet joyful lives of soap bubbles
The first to arrive is confused but only for a moment before a companion appears.
Look! the first bubble says to the second, and as more bubbles join them the word is repeated and echoed by bubble after bubble. Look, look!
They tumble upward and dance on breezes, giddily spinning as they stare at the strange new world they have been blown into.
Look! they say to their fellow bubbles, sometimes so enthusiastically that they bump into each other and cling and spin together.
They peer in windows and exclaim at the contents.
They ask questions about how and why but the answers seem unimportant.
People smile at them and they smile in return, giddy for having made people smile by simply existing.
When some bubbles begin to pop, the others gasp and sigh and rush to share their thoughts and observations with their remaining friends.
And when only a solitary bubble is left with no one else to talk to it looks around and around at the sky and the ground and everything in between in blissful silence until it too explodes with joy.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
I seriously just spent a considerable amount of time writing a post that was mostly little bits of things and also a list of things that I am going to post about in upcoming proper posts and then there was some sort of draft-saving internet hiccup and now that post has vanished.
So, as I do not have time to rewrite it today, I instead give you a fraction of that missing post in the form of the pile of unintentionally color-coordinated books I bought today. I blame the fact that the text in Sacré Bleu is actually blue for ending up with a very blue bunch of books.
always darjeeling
It’s not that good a trick, really.
There are ooohs and aaahhs when I show someone who hasn’t seen it before, but only the first time.
After the second time they complain that I can’t do it with anything else.
Like it’s not that impressive to draw something in chalk and have it become real once the drawing is complete since I can only do it with teacups.
Even though the teacups materialize with actual tea inside.
But the tea will only be hot if I draw the steam, and I have to draw lots of it in order to obtain proper tea-drinking temperature.
I usually don’t drink it, anyway.
It’s never sweetened, even if I draw sugar cubes.
And it’s always Darjeeling.
No matter how much I wish for Earl Grey.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
I have been neglecting the internet! Sorry! I’ve mostly been busy but also it decided to be properly springtime weather-wise which has been nice, though today it was supposed to be springy but the weather report lied to me and instead of springtime sunshine I got April showers with weird pockets of sun, sometimes heavy showers and I got rather soggy.
But even in the rain I had to stop and get a picture of the Make Way for Ducklings ducks in the Public Garden because they have hats! Ducks in little spring bonnets! It brightened my rainy walk, though I am concerned that the momma duck has no hat.
And then I had a respite from my rainy walk for delicious sushi lunch, and the sushi was so pretty at Haru that I took a photo of it:
This was the Boston UnCommon Roll: crunchy spicy salmon, tuna, avocado, mango, black tobiko and gold leaf. And it was as tasty as it looks.
By the end of lunch (that also included sesame mochi ice cream!) the rain had let up a bit so it was not quite so soggy getting home but it is still rather chilly. I also walked under the bleachers that were being set up for the Boston Marathon on Monday.
And then when I got home Tessa had decided she liked the beanbag chair that she never sits on, maybe because I’d thrown a blanket over it, and she looked like she was floating on marshmallow cloud.
So that was my Thursday, April 12th in pictures. A sushi-filled day with ducks in hats and rain and kittens and tea, though the tea is not pictured.