What’s your favorite way to spend a lazy day?
On a rainy Sunday are you inclined to a.) curl up on the chaise lounge with a good book b.) scribble in your journal for an hour or two c.) have a movie marathon d.) bake something that fills the house with a crazy-good smell of butter and sugar and spice (?)
I’m not very inventive when it comes to the lazy Sunday. I’m all about tackling a TV series or two. I mean, this is really the only way to watch Homeland, in my opinion. Downton after Downton episode? Oooh yes please.
Catfish? Ugh, I might be addicted in a this-makes-me-nervous-and-I-can’t-stop-watching kinda way.
I also enjoy copious amounts of cookies and tea with my embarrassing entertainment choices. And maybe a lunch that involves a baguette, at least two types of cheese and some sort of pesto.
I love when I can fully enjoy being lazy. Not feeling like I should be doing anything else besides hanging out on the couch with my man.
This Monday, I’m starting the first full-time office job I’ve had in a long while. Of course, I’m a little nervous. I’m concerned about what to wear, wondering what my co-workers will be like, and just plain eager to get that first day behind me.
Timing is a funny thing.
Not funny ha-ha. But funny-strange.
You can time a dish in the oven to perfection, you can catch the train right before the doors close, you can be in the right place at the right time with the right person.
You can also burn a batch of cookies, have similar train doors slammed in your face, miss opportunities, or get pooped on by a bird. (Which, I can tell you from experience, actually does fall into the funny ha-ha category.)
It’s all a matter of timing.
I guess what makes it funny (non-ha-ha) is that we can’t control it. Things happen when they happen and we can’t do much about it, other than use our own time wisely.
We can put time into hanging with the people we love, caring for ourselves, and into the goals we want to achieve.
But cooking in summer? Well, ain’t nobody got time for that.
This salad is brought to you by: the insane heat that blanketed Sydney yesterday and my favorite skirt that’s a little tight after the long holiday season.
Seriously, it was shockingly hot. Like hotter than your average person’s body temperature. Clearly, seeing 43 degrees (109 Fahrenheit) on my phone weather left a big impact on me.
Anyway, turning on the oven wasn’t an option, nor was boiling or simmering anything. I needed something refreshing but also something with substance to get through the mid-day slump.
I’ve lived on Fire Island, Long Island, the Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan and even in a fancy part London for a spell. I think those experiences grant me the right to say that Bondi Beach is the strangest place I have ever lived.
Everyone is beautiful. Everyone is fit. Everyone is tan.
And it is exhausting just to look at sometimes.