Happy slow, humid morning, pals. D.C. has enjoyed a few too many days of near-100% humidity, which has been distinctly unfall-like. This weekend was full of friends who came in from out of town and a little bit of work and some birthdays. Yes, I’m still looking for a winter coat, but with weather like this, I may not need one. I also need to get better about texting back. It really helps to own up to your imperfections (that is by far one of the smaller ones).
Good morning, good morning! It is very rainy here in the nation’s capitol, and we’re squeezing up every ounce of fall-ness the weekend has to offer. Last night I got to see a college friend who was back in town for one night only, and the night before that I watched the USA Men’s National Soccer Team beat Panama; if you’re keeping score at home, yes, I do think the Women’s National Team is way more badass than the men’s team – these are the facts, people.
I got a surprise day off on Monday, so I’m going to relish it for all it’s worth. Maybe I’ll bake some cookies, maybe I’ll bake some bread – speaking of bread, I’ve also created my very own little sourdough starter. I’ll let you know in a week if I can make it work!
Here’s what I’m reading this weekend:
From your cheerful neighborhood girl (me): A first-person account of the recent Yosemite rockfall.
What’s up with the essential oil fad? Is it just a fad? I’m so perplexed by it, guys.
Sorry for all the seriousness today, but: 52 environmental rules on the way out under Trump.
I’m saving for a Casper mattress, which I’ve heard great things about.
Really psyched to dig into this new Netflix doc Ice Guardians about hockey “enforcers” – players who start the fights on the ice, often as a result of an obscure “code,” as a girl raised on hockey, this will be really interesting to parse out.
Yo, if nobody invites me to their cookbook club, I may just start my own.
Here’s a guide to exactly where the leaves are going to change (I don’t usually believe in guides like this – I can just feel it in my veins).
Man Repeller as always droppin’ some serious knowledge: When Did Work Stress Become Sexy?
I’m off to enjoy this rainy Sunday and hopefully the rainy Monday to follow. It’ll be a hectic week, and I’m not too sure about my 5-year plan this weekend, but I believe if you set goals, you’ll figure out a way to achieve them – at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
Hello it does not feel like fall here yet!! This photo is from last year!! I spent most of yesterday cleaning my apartment, which was much needed, and seeing a friend from college who recently moved here. We baked a pizza together with a stuffed crust, and it was marvelous. I’m still not feeling 100%, but I think things are on the upswing. Would appreciate all the best vibes.
Morning pals! I’m curled up in a basement in Green Lake, Seattle, marveling at the lightness and non-humidity of the early morning air. It feels like it’s been decades since I’ve felt a crisp morning breeze. Can’t lie – I really missed it. It’s also my mom’s birthday today, and so naturally I’m missing her like crazy.
A note: I wrote this post before seeing the horror that occurred in Charlottesville, VA this weekend. My heart goes out to the families of the woman and state troopers who were killed, but make no mistake: that hate that those angry, right-wing protestors harbor still lives in your backyard, in your neighborhood, possibly next door.
You have a responsibility to support your black, brown and minority brothers and sisters as they work to achieve rights systematically denied to them. Listen. Donate to organizations working to advance these causes (You can find an awesome list here). Call out hate when you see it.
Back to regularly scheduled programming:
I’m writing this week’s post on a lazy Saturday afternoon, after schlepping through the National Gallery of Art (again) this morning. I saw Dunkirk last night, and while I was skeptical about seeing it in IMAX, I’m really glad I did. It completely enhanced the entire experience of the movie, which is beautifully shot and written, especially because there’s very little dialogue.