July Love List

• being Home
• fireworks
• melon
• warm nights
• making people laugh
• live music/going to concerts
• playing guitar
• trips to Hebgen
• no more math (!)
  
• the Flag
• making plans for my future classroom
• gardens
• mornings
• Bailey
• reuniting with old friends
• getting organized
• homemade ice cream
• singing in the shower
• my red bed
• riding motorcycles
• campfires at the sand dunes
• old movies
• haircuts
• going on walks
• new music
• constellations

my mind is not here

my mind is everywhere else
last week of the semester
passed that stinking math test (finally)
only 4 more tests and a presentation to go
plus the praxis, but I'm trying not to worry about it
next comes 7 weeks of doing things
whatever I feel like doing
get to sleep in my own bed in my own room
get to see John Mayer live in 9 days
get to go camping with the fam
get to finish Anne of Green Gables
and perhaps start something new
get to finish projects
get to do laundry for free
get to be somewhere that is not Idaho
get to go shopping
get to have air conditioning
get to do some singing and recording
get to write some letters that are way overdue
get to see people who I have not seen for a long time
maybe look for a job
maybe not

miss our makeshift porch
and rexburg in the summer
and my students
and my roommates
and the relief society
and my school friends and life

but so ready ready ready for a summer break
can't get my mind to be here

07-07-07

I remember what I was doing one year ago.
As the brilliant Mark Twain said, "If you hate London, you hate life." Too true.
One year ago, I was in London.
On a beautiful Saturday, which also happened to be a lucky day--as it was 07/07/07, I traipsed up and down Portobello Road looking for something fantastic to purchase and wrap up and take home and display in my house/apartment/room forever more to remind me of gallivanting around the beautiful English cities, countrysides, and so forth.
Luckily, I heard this old British chap passionately discussing one of my own passions out in front of his charming little shop. I remember he smelled a little funny. I remember he was wearing large thick glasses. I remember his lovely accent. I remember his bushy eyebrows. And I remember falling in love with the vintage clock (that he was gushing to another unsuspecting shopper about) at first glance. Needless to say, I purchased it.

This is the store where I bought that clock.

One year ago today I bought a fantastic 1953 vintage mantel clock. Oh how I love London. And if you want to know what time it is, I will be happy to oblige.