my friends call these sunflowers mutants. they are something.
reflecting on the weekend, the way it’s done at abby try again:
feeling:
like short weeks are both a blessing and a curse. so wonderful, and boom – so busy.
tasting:
heavy garlic in a caesar salad at a barbecue. yum. (best enjoyed before passing out on the lawn).
smelling:
kimchi. my mom’s on a fermented-food kick.
hearing:
the sounds of drew barrymore: her say the “f” word like crazy in “going the distance,” and the “whip it” and “going the distance” soundtrack.
seeing:
pages of a new book. i’ve recently found myself thinking, “i have a friend who …,” and then realize that they are not my friends exactly, but people i’m reading.
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