After three full days of outrageous, pummeling, constant rain, the sun is out today. It's nearly 60 degrees, which feels nothing short of a miracle.
So after eating my lunch, I decided to walk down to Copley square to drop off some film. I listened to my iPod, watched all of the people taking pictures and eating their lunches and wearing pretty shoes, and felt so happy I thought I'd burst. I was literally just grinning (as in last post) like a fool, giggling occasionally for no reason at all except that life, at the moment, is good.
Reasons to rejoice:
a. Sam's parents are in town, and they're just lovely people. They take us to dinner and tell me stories about Sam as a wee boy.
b. After over a month of searching, I am the swooning owner of a new work bag. See below. I got it on etsy, and probably paid too much, but what else can one do when they see it and gasp and know deep in their heart that they are beholding the bag of their soul? See the pretty insides? Sometimes, as I walk, I slip my hand in the bag and touch the lining, and feel happy knowing it is beautiful.
c. We're looking to buy. Like, a house. Or condo. Or something. I've been sneaking glances at real estate sites all day, dreaming of a new life in rooms with taupe walls.
d. I'm drinking mint tea.