This past weekend we drove to Napa and went walking through some fields with the dogs, then grabbed some food at a diner. It felt nice to sit in the tall grass and play with flowers, lay underneath a big tree and just get away from things. Watching Keeper and Jack race through the fields was really entertaining. They would jump like little foxes one after the other, disappearing until one of them darted out onto the path again.
Other than that, highlights from the past few days included giving the landlord notice to leave come the end of May, dancing around the apartment with a block of hard cheese while planning a trip on the phone with my best friend, and satisfying that I need Bridget Bardot bangs right now impulse by chopping them off. They make me feel very femme fatale, all rawr-rawr and stuff (she says while wearing a disgustingly old baseball tee and overalls).
Anyway it’s Monday night now and I’m up waiting on a thunderstorm with Jack. It says on the radar that there’s one brewing offshore. California has a lot of things, but good thunderstorms aren’t really one of them. Growing up we’d have violent ones in the south with heavy winds and thunder so loud it would make the ground shake. I’d sit out on the porch with my dog, Sugar, and watch them until I got yelled at to come inside. Here’s hoping there’s lightning.