It came to me this morning that it's possible that moving where I've moved is my payback for every nice thing I've ever done in my twenty-eight years. It's that good. It also means that it's possible that my good karma balance is at zero again. Hell.
This morning, I slept until ten, watched three episodes of Girls (which I'm not even sure I like, even if I try to suspend all critiques of its racism. I just keep waiting for another episode to be as good as this one. That one was so good.), put on my favorite pants,
got a cup of gas station coffee (my favorite kind of coffee),
and went for a walk on the Coastal Trail.
I sat here for a bit,
and as I did, I watched a cruise ship go under the bridge, two kids stepped in poop (one of them stepped in it twice), and I saw a hummingbird.
This morning, I slept until ten, watched three episodes of Girls (which I'm not even sure I like, even if I try to suspend all critiques of its racism. I just keep waiting for another episode to be as good as this one. That one was so good.), put on my favorite pants,
got a cup of gas station coffee (my favorite kind of coffee),
and went for a walk on the Coastal Trail.
and as I did, I watched a cruise ship go under the bridge, two kids stepped in poop (one of them stepped in it twice), and I saw a hummingbird.
2 comments:
That looks really lovely and I'm glad you get to live and walk in such a beautiful place.
I watch Girls and feel like an anthropologist cause I'm old. But this recent plot arc of Hannah as a teacher or substitute teacher has me boiling inside. I hate it.
Oh, haven't gotten there yet. Will let you know when I do.
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