Missing crisp mountain air today, for sure.
I struggle, always, to write about 9/11. It’s not because I knew anyone in the towers (I didn’t) or because I had an experience with someone who did (I haven’t). I was in Disneyworld. I was 7. While it is a bizarre story, I still have a story in the same way everyone else does; where they were when they learned about the news, and who they were with and what they were doing. My aunt is the only person I know who knew people who died in the attack on the Pentagon. We visited their names at the memorial in New York City. We paid our respects. Then, we left.
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.
I took the above picture when I was having a pretty bad skin day. But I was actually feeling…pretty pretty? I was wearing my fave new earrings (the bigger the better) and my fave outfit (dark blue skinny jeans, white button down, brown belt), and had freshly painted toes from the night before. Having zits was just a footnote for my morning.
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.
Yesterday I walked all the way to the Tidal Basin with a bag full of acrylics, watercolors, and brushes and realized once I sat down on a nice bench that I had completely forgotten paper. I had walked 45+ minutes to paint in 80 degree heat, and had forgotten my paper.
This is life, and it can be hysterical.