Confetti

Some quick random thoughts, and then I'm going to sleep (I hope).

* The heat is messing with my circadian rhythms. I find myself all siesta-ey around 3 p.m., and pass into a dozy haze for about an hour and a half.  This, of course, means that I stay up too late, am tired all day, and crash even harder the next day. I know that the solution is to hit the treadmill at siesta time, but my bed feels sooooooooooo much better. 

* On the 13th, Small Child and I head to California to rendezvous with The Man and his mom for a week on Balboa Island, although we passed on the Big Family Wedding at Del Mar. The Man spent time on the Little Island during most of his childhood summers and has wonderful memories.  I like it, too, but this is not how I would like to spend my Designated Vacation Time.

* Spending three hours talking with friends, eating hummus, drinking wine, and alternating between the hot tub and the cool pool is excellent therapy, isn't it?

* If you have a child between seven and ten (give or take a year or so for individual variations), I highly recommend reading some childhood classics aloud together. Small Child adored, for example, both Little Women and My Side of the Mountain. 

* Summer shoes seem to be on sale.  That is always a good thing.

In Which I Give In to the Meme

I found out that, even if I did order the second Miss Mac (will she be my Trophy Mac?) with priority shipping, she might not arrive before I was ready to point The Family Truckster west. And, try as I might, I simply can't write - really write - on this humongous Man Dell XPS. It's just cumbersome.

And I could not play Photo Hunt this week because all my pics were on my stolen machine.

So what is there left but to succumb to Meme Fever?

I have resisted meme-ing (is that a word?) because it looks like the PERFECT form of procrastination. I mean, I'd be writing wouldn't I? And I never wanted this blog to be the Chronicles of Me.

But stuck here in the Embassy Suites, sipping a bourbon and water from the "complimentary manager's reception," it just feels right.

So I'm giving in to Seven Random Things About Me.

Readers, forgive me. I know not what I do.

1. I like espresso drinks lightly sweet, but any trace of sugar in regular coffee makes me gag.

2. I am a recovering black shoe addict.

3. I go internally ballistic when people mispronounce words, but only if they should know better.

4. I love cold weather, so much so that one winter when money was tight and I needed a new dress coat I decided to go without on the principle that going coatless in the record cold would help me lose weight.

5. I know now, more than ever, that all those vocational aptitude tests we took in school were right; I should have been a lawyer.

6. I have absolutely no interest in ever reading a science fiction or fantasy novel.

7. I, very briefly, had a very mean Shetland pony when I was a little girl.

I really don't know how to tag people. But I hope some of you will tell me seven random things about yourselves via the comments below!