You just watch out.

There are moments when this summer feels like a huge puzzle that's missing a couple of random pieces here and there, so I look for them everywhere, even though in the back of my mind I know that Milo chewed them up the last time it was put together.

...But I love it anyway, because basically what it all comes down to is that the pieces I do have are way better than everyone else's and the puzzle's still beautiful and the gaping holes are a creative choice.

Road Trip should have just been titled "I Called the Mailroom".

WELL.

Everything is changing, changing, and by everything I mean that I, Danielle Lillian Randall, am going...

Camping?

I seriously hope that I manage to pull through unscathed and emerge a new, generally stronger person. I'm talking an Outward Bound, military school type transformation. Either that or I'll just lose my mind and rock back and forth silently for a week or so. But what's important is the company, and I have complete faith in that at least.

Anyway. J'adore Emerson for many reasons, the most recent being that they have sent me a book, namely L'Etranger by Camus. I need to read more, especially since the library is now a mere 4 minutes away from my house. Any and all suggestions are welcome, at least over the next 28 days or so until HP and the HBP is released and I retreat into 24 hour literary hibernation.

Linens N' Things has custody of me this weekend, hence I must retire.

Katie and Tom, Godspeed. You lunatics.

HOW?

My brother installed my air conditioner last night.

The Birds are back.

It took them MAYBE 12 hours to RE-build their nest, hatch some eggs, and start dive bombing the outside of my window for moth bodies, all while chirping LOUDER THAN EVERY OTHER BIRD IN THE FOREST.


Damn them.

In truths that she's learned.

Let's hear it for a fresh start in all regards.
Let's hear it for a new year, brown hair, and the good ones.
Let's hear it for new leaves that turn silver when it's going to rain, according to ancient African tribes that can jump without bending their knees.
Let's hear it for books and films and books that turn into films and vice versa.
Let's hear it for summer, but not for summer jobs that eat my life.
Let's hear it for keeping.
I love, and I've missed.

Karma.

It really feels like summer today, so Randalls were inspired to open the pool, which is basically a time capsule of sorts.

Looks like this is going to be much harder than I thought.

And if I could Edit/Select All/Undo a few things that I'm not proud of, and redo them the way they should have been done, I would in a heartbeat.

But there's nothing to be done except hope that all is not lost, and try to hold on but also let go at the same time.

It's a funny thing, friendship. I have yet to figure it out.

I wish I'd known.

No one mourns the wicked.