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SR Scream!

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Who doesn’t feel this way from time to time, I ask you?!

Why is it that I can always tell that it’s going to rain, but never have an umbrella? At least I’m okay getting wet and knowing that soon, I’ll be dry again. You’d think, though, that nearly three decades of this would mean that I’d have an umbrella in every bag, every drawer. But no.

The last time I bought an umbrella, a few months ago, was a disaster. I ended up tripping on the sidewalk, scraping my knee, and breaking the umbrella. And because I like to draw conclusions, the one I drew that night, laughing on my back on the damp concrete, was that of course I fell because of the umbrella. And that it’s best to know of the dangers ahead, to watch out for them with open eyes and empty hands rather than dry hair and distraction.

Or maybe I should just buy an umbrella, pay attention, and stop talking to myself so much. Whatever.

(Oh, yes, I do realize that the title of this post is a Pavement album. And while I don’t enjoy Mr. Malkmus and his band, I will steal his title. Thanks, indie rock kids.)

So, I just got back from dancing for hours and hours. It was divine. And it’s Monday. There’s no work tomorrow and the day stretches long before me, full of possibility and hummus. Which I’m eating now. It was just insanely fun to go find some fun dance music, come home and listen to Belle and Sebastian, and then plan what kind of fruit pie I’m baking tomorrow. All with a cat doing a fun little galette around my legs.

How can any girl ask for more?