u s e y o u r h a n d s

(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?

I had a ridiculously fantastic week, full of long walks and concerts and bike rides in the rain and art shows and baseball games and urban planning lectures. Oh, and a car accident. A little one. Wasn’t my fault and I wasn’t hurt. Just a stiff neck, but I had a massage planned for this a.m. anyway.

Even after the accident, when I let myself cry three tears and that was it, I put a smile on my face and thanked whomever that I was fine, as was my trusty Subaru Legacy, Cleo. And today, post-massage and post-shopping excursion, I hopped on my bike again for what turned out to be a 15 or 16 mile trip. Then a lecture! Then a ride home.

I am thankful for my glorious life and hope it is long enough so I can do something worthy of it.

I will not provide further comment.

A woman picks up her phone and says in a very loud voice. “I’m so sorry, Mary. I’m so sorry. Can you ever forgive me? Please? All I can say is that it’s in God’s hands. There are three women in Winnebago who just sued for $300 million for what happened to their kids. And what happened to your kids by you not leaving, God wanted that to happen. He meant for it to happen. Can I bring you some tea in the car? Okay, I’ll see you.”