green and red

a strand of white pearls hangs just above the neckline of my ivory shirt, accentuating the femininity of my neck and jutting bones, and looking in the mirror, i almost pass me by. today in the paper i read about a former classmate of mine who died just a few days ago. 28 and already gone to meet her maker.

death always seems to put things in perspective. i am astounded at how much time i waste thinking of myself, living this life, with my numbered days. it could very well be me that's next in the obituary column. her name was laura too.

there is nothing morbid about the realisation that God alone knows our day of death, our deathday. more so, i believe this is health. if only i could learn of this well being, live this health, rise from these dry bones and be the fisher i was born to be.

there is something glorious about dangling your feet in the cool summer water on a hot summer day. the splintered deck rubs against your thighs and repositioning yourself frequently so as not to sweat yourself stuck, your body burns from the rays. and you cast out a line and hope that the lure goes deep, but only time will tell. the sun blinds you and near hypnotizes you, and soon, the bobber looks there, gone, there, gone. or is it just the sun?

but sooner or later clarity arises. you either have an igloo full of life, or an igloo gone and dead. and i just pray i'm alive when i die.

death cab for cutie...

put on a pretty daggon good show last eve. it was a beautiful night. a great night to see a show at the mann. i forgot how much i liked that place. the last time i was there, i saw wynton marsalis with my brother. we were on the lawn, and i remember that day being a good one too. i miss my brother. and i miss summer nights on lawns.

i worked my last day at the bakery this morning and am pretty excited about that. i will cherish having my mornings free once again. i'll have time to bake (not massive loads of cupcakes), keep on top of cleaning (okay, probably not) but most enjoyably, frequent what seems to have become my second home lately- valley forge national park. i just love it there. i'm discovering more and more ways to connect various trails, finding what trails are best for sunny days and which are best walked under clouds.

i made a fantastic black and tan loaf the other day. if you haven't sampled the beverage, it's a beer that's half dark ale and half light. so for the bread, i used a bottle of guinness and a bottle of yuengling, mixed in some walnuts, dates, and chocolate chips among other things, and all in all, the bread turned out quite tasty.

june is here and already flying by. hard to believe that soon the fourth of july will be here. i'm looking forward to the fourth, for i will see all my family- my brother and his clan, sister and hers, and the folks too.

jessica, if you happen to be reading this, congratulations! i am thrilled for you and scott. what an incredible time.

off to keep the inne.