a view from the window

Mommy and Daddy

Hatched on May 15, 2011

because I'm getting back on track

What is this? Three days in a row? My goodness, what happened to your best friend, procrastination?

Hopefully, he has taken a long vacation because he's smelly and really picky and just darn annoying. I can handle it without him.

Hey, summer is basically here, and that means the end of due dates. So yes, I am getting back on track.

~Entwined~

-by Heather Dixon

I just found out recently that I love fairy tales; I love happily ever afters. Call it cheesy or boring, but when everything works out at the end, it makes it that much better of a book.

Entwined was a fairy tale that I loved from the start, and as I moved throughout the pages, my enjoyment didn't grow, but stayed at a steady pace. It's not one that will be going on my favorite-books-of-all-time list, but it was still a refreshing piece to read. Not all books have to be your favorite. Wthout the mediocre ones, your favorites wouldn't be so spectacular.

So yes, go ahead and read it. And sometimes you may laugh at the predictability of it, and sometimes you will call it cheesy, but in the end, you will like it. That is, if you like happily ever afters.

I know I'm not the only one

dreaming of running barefoot through the thick grass and the driveways and the sidewalks - and sitting on the floor cleaning the dirt and grass stains off my soles.

dreaming of feeling the sun's rays across my back and shoulders and arms - and sitting on the floor putting on more aloe.

dreaming of licking and slurping ice-cream after popcicle after ice-cream - and sitting on the floor trying to rub out the stains from the melting deserts from my most-favorite skirt.

dreaming of picking dandilions and lilies and violets - and sitting on the floor itching and scratching because I don't know a thing about flowers and might have grabbed something green and leafy that I wasn't supposed to pick.

dreaming of reading book after book after glorious book - and sitting on the floor trying to catch up on sleep. (I hope you catch that this one was a stretch. Just bare with me here. You're almost to the end.)

dreaming of playing for seemingly endless hours of frisbee and soccer and, well, anything else we can find in the garage.

dreaming of summer. The tubing and camps and cousins, all meshed into that one word that when spoken, students in classrooms turn their heads swiftly to the windows, and in unison let out a sigh that is understood by all.

p.s. ten days

I miss stepping out from the library with an armful of books, deciding which to read first on the trip home

Now I have to pay attention to my driving.