melting slowly
Jul. 18th, 2016 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gfrancieWe are finally at the last week of school. If my kids make it to school everyday in their uniforms it is a god damn wonder. I am tired. They are tired. The sun is out, why are we even HERE!?!?!
In fact today was the first day where I felt too warm. I can't complain but it was a novelty. "What is this weather stuff???"
I watered the plants and gave my arms some sun. And then I made the executive mom decision to do as little cooking as possible during this minor heatwave. And ice cream. Lots of ice cream needs to be eaten.
I don't think Oscar is pleased with the weather. He hides in low dark places or stretches out. I don't know if he would like to lean against an ice bag or something.
Oh! I am going to see Hamlet this week with a couple of people I have known online for-freaking-ever. I am pretty excited about this. One they are both excellent people and Two this will be the second time I have seen Hamlet in a year. It isn't even my favorite of Shakespeare's plays but it is supposed to be an amazing production at the RSC. (mostly black cast, and some kickin' gender blind casting. Which I dig.)
AND I can't wait.
AND in a fit of approaching middle-aged madness I think I am finally going to get a tattoo. I blame my sister in law. I think we have encouraged each other. "Let's do this instead of burning down houses or starting a cult." I know exactly what I will get, and where. Now I am going to shop around for the right tattoo artist. Trust me I know what to do. I used to hang out with my Mom when she was getting tattoos when I was a teenager. I listened to the solid advice from talented artists when I was young. That is why I am now 36 and I still don't have any tattoos. I thought really hard about what I wanted and why and where. Plus I know how my skin is going to hang for awhile.
And I am writing like a demon. The anxiety of the present state of England has me well occupied with ideas.
In fact today was the first day where I felt too warm. I can't complain but it was a novelty. "What is this weather stuff???"
I watered the plants and gave my arms some sun. And then I made the executive mom decision to do as little cooking as possible during this minor heatwave. And ice cream. Lots of ice cream needs to be eaten.
I don't think Oscar is pleased with the weather. He hides in low dark places or stretches out. I don't know if he would like to lean against an ice bag or something.
Oh! I am going to see Hamlet this week with a couple of people I have known online for-freaking-ever. I am pretty excited about this. One they are both excellent people and Two this will be the second time I have seen Hamlet in a year. It isn't even my favorite of Shakespeare's plays but it is supposed to be an amazing production at the RSC. (mostly black cast, and some kickin' gender blind casting. Which I dig.)
AND I can't wait.
AND in a fit of approaching middle-aged madness I think I am finally going to get a tattoo. I blame my sister in law. I think we have encouraged each other. "Let's do this instead of burning down houses or starting a cult." I know exactly what I will get, and where. Now I am going to shop around for the right tattoo artist. Trust me I know what to do. I used to hang out with my Mom when she was getting tattoos when I was a teenager. I listened to the solid advice from talented artists when I was young. That is why I am now 36 and I still don't have any tattoos. I thought really hard about what I wanted and why and where. Plus I know how my skin is going to hang for awhile.
And I am writing like a demon. The anxiety of the present state of England has me well occupied with ideas.
