This summer so far? A+

The humidity has not yet begun to drown us. The rain has been plentiful. The flea market finds are at an absolute gold standard. I’ve been drawing, and cooking, and for some reason the squash bugs have not descended like the Egyptian locusts of old, so I’m enjoying this gardening honeymoon while it lasts.

Does anyone else out there get suspish when things are too good for too long? Like, is this a real life Hallmark movie, or a deceptively peaceful montage right before a disaster movie? Is there a rogue possum just on the other side of the backyard fence? A sinkhole forming under the garden? An angry wasp queen plotting a hostile takeover? Did the squirrels form some kind of union? I don’t know. But I’m staying alert. I can’t help but feel the universe is quietly buffering… loading… preparing to drop something. It better not be the other Birkenstock.

Until then, I’ll keep buying $10 pottery vases I don’t have room for, puttering around outside, and carrying on in this new phase of my life where I don’t care about wearing makeup or pretending I’m ever going to fully organize my clothes closet. Inner peace, but with a side of clutter and SPF 50.

Because let’s be for real, the glass isn’t half empty or half full. It’s probably just leaking somewhere and I just haven’t found the puddle yet.