Waiting for fall to hit.

Seriously, why so many September birthdays? It's almost as bad as June.

In other news: i have a bruised left pinky because of a stupid f*cking barbell. Children are dying left and right in Somalia, and there is little we can do to stop it. Tonight i will attempt to eat salad instead of leftover pizza or boxed mac-n-cheese. There has been a gaping hole in our bathroom ceiling for almost half a year due to a neverending of phone-tag/rescheduling game with the handyman. i am quitting smoking, for the umpteenth time. Nat has a bleached-blonde mohawk. My family is all kinds of discombobulated right now and i am reeling because of it. My bike (that i'd had for 8 years!) was stolen from my workplace one month ago. i seriously mourned; it's time to get a new (used) one. There are caterpillars everywhere, and you can smell fires at night sometimes now that it's colder.

Hopefully feeling inspired to enter a photography contest (small-scale, be assured), and my mom may have helped me get my rear in gear concerning a possible kids' book idea; just need some concept art to bring the words themselves into focus, because all i have right now is an image in my head. (Or maybe it doesn't even need words? a grown-up picture book, that's what it'll be.) Saw a perfect number 5 on the ground this morning– it was a green supermarket twist-tie that had been mangled and then stepped on, perfectly formed and flattened into the number of senses we all (if we're lucky) share. Half-a-block later there was an H, born out of fallen leaf-slivers and a twig.

It is hot right now at work, and slow. Tough to watch the flowers practically wilting right before your very eyes. Can't stop eating stone fruit (it will be gone all too soon), and putting off everything on my to-do lists. Feeling dreamy, lacking clarity. Will work for food, or company. Kind of want to hang out right here:

Don't call it a comeback.

earest Darlings,

(That lovely letter D was acquired here.)

Fall seems to have quietly arrived, an event which never ceases to put a(n inner) smile on my (inner) face. The light grows... bluer, somehow, and coldly. i feel more alive, and more comfortable. Surely someone somewhere has researched this phenomenon? i can't possibly be the only one who feels this way. Everyone has their "it" season, and for me it's autumn all the way: crisp and haunting, dusky white-gold and burnt. It fairly crackles.

Anywho, how've you all been? i love that my last post makes it look like i discovered the Panda Cam and dropped off the face of the earth to forever watch. That's only halfway true. But i would definitely say that i've been in a slumber of sorts, waiting to be re-awakened. i truly hope that this is that awakening...

We spent the end of summer traveling to the land of bear- and huckleberry-covered mountains, learning about Liberace at his museum in Vegas (who knew he was such an excellent pianist?!), reading lots of wonderful books (The Road being one of them), and renting scads of movies (finally saw Paper Moon and loved it).

Hope your worlds are fine, fine, fine. Looking forward to having things to write about.
::fingers crossed for interestingness in daily life::

Until then, here is this. Toodle-oo!