I really want good fish. In season Copper River Salmon, though obviously since that’s impossible I’d take good Chinook salmon right off the boat instead. Oh, Tennessee, why must you be land-locked? I’m settling for frozen Atlantic halibut. I feel cheated. Although that latin for it is Hippoglossus hippoglossus which is oddly satifying to say.
Lately I’m obsessing over my surgery scar from last year. It’s neither tiny, thin nor nearly invisible as promised. In fact it’s kind of keloid-y and lumpy. Any suggestions? Vitamin E? Sandpaper? Get over myself?
It was a fucking beautiful day out in Nashville today. I went for a walk in the park. Later I sat outside and did nothing. I washed the car. It’s bright, clear, beautful, cool, perfect and lovely. I could happily live in a world where every day was like this. Maybe I’ll dig through the closet and find all the clothes I realized I’d never be able to wear in a Tennessee summer. YAY cute fall clothes. And real shoes, not flip-flips, though the end of flip-slop season is sad. But one cannot be properly joyous for it’s return unless it goes away for a little while, right?
I recently imported all my bookmarks into del.icio.us. I don’t know how much I’ll use it, but come hook up with me if you’re using it too.