Today, I went to Redondo Beach, a rocky beach on the Puget Sound. These rocks, from a distance, looked like they would be a lovely place to sit and stare out at the water, but when I got closer I discovered that they were covered in barnacles and seaweed, which was far more delightful. The barnacles fascinated me - they hissed and gurgled and moved when I touched them.
I am happy to say that I spent nearly thirty minutes harrassing barnacles today.
Last night, I drove to Snoqualmie Falls by myself, and stood in the rain and falls-spray and let myself get soaked. Peace like a river - a roaring, rushing, bubbling, wild river.
It is well with my soul.
At the fragile white and pale-pink petals coating the pavement and drifting over the windshields of parked cars today.
Ah, the first snows of Summer.
At the way your ass looks in those jeans.
Also, am thankful for women’s lib. making it totally acceptable for me to objectify men to my wee heart’s content!
There are four [EDIT: I lied. There are three. Counting is not my forté] roundabouts between my condo and my aunt’s house. I love them all, every one. Before I moved here, I hated roundabouts. I only knew of one in Idaho, out in the Nampa regions (AKA the first circle of Hell) and it seemed utterly pointless. Oh, how I loathed it. Roundabouts, as I have since discovered, are poetry, and Nampa is, and always will be, prose of the driest, most Richardsonian kind.
Having only encountered the ridiculous roundabout in that blight of a city known as Nampa, I therefore concluded that I hated all roundabouts. But I don’t. I adore them. I want to confuse the locals by never exiting them. EVER. I want to drive around in them until I pass out from dizziness and go careening into a tree. While driving on roundabouts, my internal soundtrack is stuck in a constant squeal of delight. I cannot imagine having road rage on a roundabout. It’s just not possible.
Roundabouts are magical, like Santa Claus and Tooth Fairies and Elves and other such wondrous things that I never believed could possibly exist, except, roundabouts ARE real. REAL WHOLESOME FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY.
Not even Nampa can diminish my joy.
Whee!
