out of context

the last few days have been wonderfully, beautifully overcast. this brown, dry place suddenly became beautiful. shrouded by a dark sky, I could feel the ground opening up and soaking up every bit of the rare rainfall that it could.

it’s been a rainy, cozy drive to work in the mornings, and I don’t even mind that I’m not home in bed. there’s nothing wrong with being happier in gloomy weather. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

I have this bad habit of leaving my sandals in my truck {instinctive barefooted-ness really comes and goes} and the past few mornings when I’ve slipped my feet into them they’ve been cold. I can’t remember the last time anything in texas was cold on its own. and thhough cold shoes make me wince, I didn’t want to take them off because it was such a welcome change.

the sun’s been coming out in the afternoon, but the breeze is still cool and humid, just like my favorite florida days; like right before a hurricane or that one day I had a really good soccer game at falcon cove. it’s weird to me the way weather triggers so many memories.

today at work one of the high and mighty bosses asked me what brought me to lubbock. it wasn’t a situation where I could deflect or downplay what happened or why I was here, so I gave a brief summation of the accident and how we chose to stay here afterwards. as we discussed the pros and cons of lubbock I found myself speaking of it with some admiration and affection. this place has really grown on me in the past few months. I feel safe and loved here, no matter where I go or what I do. that absolutely trumps green grass and sandy beaches, every time.

I have more things to catch up on, things more important than the weather. but I’ll save it for a sunny day; a day where I want to do more than bake bread and watch pointless tv shows.

[title from the district sleeps alone tonight by the postal service]

pretty boy

a last ditch attempt to remember some things about the past few crazy weeks, stream of consciousness style. except that it's organized. and i'm afraid there's not very much consciousness to it:

1. we went to nauvoo. i laughed til i cried, ate til i cried, and slept more than i needed to. but lots, lots more on that later.
2. i genuinely, absolutely, wholeheartedly love my job. like, excited-to-go-to-work-every-morning. that's new for me, being so far into it and all.
3. second sports standup this year. {if you're not my mother and you know what i'm talking about, you're a creep}
4. my dry erase board of goals demanding "bed by 11". it happens about once every three days. new record for me.
5. olympics make me tear up a bit. the pride, the hard work, the sense of accomplishment, the adorable jerks with grills in. sniff.
6. bookcases with lights in them. bags of potatoes on our front porch. non-suffocating humidity. west texas, you're winning. if only your water didn't make my hair tangly.
7. every night when i wear my retainer i'm still so thankful for dr. thomas.
8. speed [not the drug] and the fifty-two cards.
9. wisdom teeth&the buzz lightyear surgeon. some people were not cut out to be surgeons.
10. i've read more books this month than i have in the past year. that makes me feel good about myself.
11. most of the boys i know don't call me by my real name. and i am completely okay with that.

[title from body language by jesse mccartney//t-pain]