Miscellany

My, but the month of May did outdo itself this year . . . 

It began with a perfectly delightful May Day, leading right in to a lovely sixth month anniversary. For the most part, the sun shone, and the skies were blue; there were some spectacular thunderstorms, too. We enjoyed visits from friends and family, marked by good food and moments of hilarity. And it ended with back-to-back adventures–one with just the two of us, and one with a few of the people we love most of all.

Perfection, I tell you.

Seems this month has some mighty big shoes to fill.

Of course, I’ve long been a fan of the month of June. Perhaps it’s the anticipation of summer lovin’ or lazy afternoons; perhaps it’s the sight of trees and flowers in all their fanciful finery; perhaps it’s the fact it marks the mid-way point of the year. Whatever the case, it’s a month alight with promise. (We’ve still six months to get it right!)

So here’s to you, and the second act of the year. May it start out strong, with nothing but goodness in the days ahead; and may it build steam from there . . . so when it’s all said and done, you’ll find an ovation worthy performance, indeed.

xo

The weather seems to have finally made a turn for the better. Of course, it also seems to have skipped right over spring, and planted its toes firmly in the warm grass of summer. Still, it’s glorious. And everyone seems to be taking full advantage by digging weeds and planting flowers, packing picnics and taking long walks in the park.

After months holed up in of doors, you just never know what you might see.

Take work, for instance. The windows outside our cubicles overlook the bus depot. There’s usually not much to report; but yesterday, the view afforded a plethora of free entertainment.

Our personal favorite: the lady dedicated to getting her groove on. She began right outside the depot. After tripping the light fantastic (and falling off the curb) she collected herself, sashayed her way across the street, and continued to dance in front of the funeral home. Her repertoire was vast, and she didn’t miss a beat: she bobbed and boogied, jumped and jived; she swayed and shimmied. At one point, she even grabbed hold of the bus stop marker and did a wee (yet relatively impressive) pole dance.

I’m hard pressed to think of a more entertaining fifteen minutes of my career.

With that, I hope the days ahead provide you revelry all your own: may you put on some good music and dance like no one is watching; may your heart feel light, and may you spread nothing but joy to those around you.

Happy weekend, my friends.

xo

P.S. I’m fairly certain I need these shades from Warby Parker. Supposedly, they’ve a narrow fit; yet I remain dubious.