Feelin' groovy

I just feel like listening to sweet pop music and singing along, maybe while in the passenger seat of a convertible that's driving along the highway, with blue and white skies.

Man, the power of good coffee. Seriously, I don't know what this stuff is, but it tastes so good, and after drinking it for a few minutes I'm suddenly manic, can't write or talk fast enough, or even just enough.


Suddenly, after being in Kelowna for two weeks (not even, a week and two days, I guess) I suddenly don't find myself so drawn to moving to a cabin on the west coast of BC. I miss my city. Perhaps if I had been living in a house on a ridge overlooking moving living water for the past two weeks it would be another story, because even just driving past it, standing in someone else's big windowed house for five minutes, is incredibly restorative. Maybe we can go live in Kyle's friend Derrek's vinyard. That would be nice, it's right by the lake, I think.

Also thinking about Grad school, ha. Not even handed in my final (quite late) paper, and I want more. I thought I was done. Feeling not yet ground down by life. That's what happens when you take three weeks off to regain your sanity, and spend your time reading and watching videos. Speaking of which, read "The Lovely Bones", by Alice Sebold. She went to grad school in California, will look into that school now. But yes, it is about a fourteen year old girl who is raped and murdered, but aside from that, is quite warm and nice and easy to read, but still beautifully written, good characters. I hadn't read a good novel in a while. Still have to start Anna Karenina. But yes.

Coffee. Sweet. Paint remover, as Fred called it when he came in. Mmmmmmm.