Listening To: Old Before Your Time by Ray LaMontagne
Line Obsession: We know we are shining. / Though we cannot see one another. - James Wright
Hey lovelies! This is actually a post I wrote last week. I meant to set this entry to run on Friday ... and clearly I forgot to do so. I'm going to post it today instead. Anything else I try to write today will seem even more disjointed than usual ;) I attended a family reunion waaaay up in the mountains this weekend, which means lots of food and lots of loud, sweet, wonderfully wacky people. (I mean this as a sincere compliment. My family is my favorite brand of crazy.) Coming down from all that chaos will take awhile :) I have a super sweet story I can't wait to share with you later this week though. Till then, I hope you're having a happy almost-fall!
Tonight I'm particularly fond of ...
... good-bye summer nights (that are bittersweet and bright). I so wish I could box this night up and mail it to you, because I think sending you a goodbye-summer night would be the sweetest care package in the world.
(And really ... wouldn't it be awesome to open a box full of stars?)
My back yard is full of spiky fog. The confetti stars I want to toss in a box are, currently, trembling in the sky. And the half-moon is reclining at an ever so comfy looking angle. The weather is just cool enough for me to break out the big comforter for my bed, which Biscuit digs because it is puffier than the white quilt I keep on my bed most of the year. (I should note that I picked the color white before I had a dog. Now the white quilt is frequently covered in little muddy paw prints, which I adore. :)
... breakfast for dinner. While the cold air whirled in, and the stars did their favorite shimmery dance moves, my family dined on chocolate covered pancakes. Chocolate covered pancakes are my favorite comfort food ... maybe my favorite food ever ... and they've been a tradition in my family for many years. My mom made them for us when we were kids. (Back when I thought side pony-tails were hawt. Back when I pulled the edge of my t-shirt down over my knees and bounced around on my rear pretending to be a Popple.) (Please tell me I'm not the only one who did this?)
There are four things in particular I like about chocolate covered pancakes:
Thing 1) I like how the entire house smells like chocolate while the sauce is simmering down.
Thing 2.) I like sliding just the right amount of butter onto the center of the pancake, then pouring the hot chocolate sauce over it, then watching the butter and chocolate go swirly together. Butter and chocolate are meant for each other.
Thing 3.) I like the first perfect bite; the way the edge of the pancake tastes a little crisp, and the middle tastes a little bit spongy and oh-so-chocolaty. Chocolate covered pancakes make me feel warm and happy inside. This is partially due to the cocoa, but I think it has more to do with all the happy memories that start swirling through my mind. Certain traditions only taste sweeter as you get older, don't they?
And Thing 4) (arguably the most important thing of the things): you have to be cool with getting messy in order to eat, and enjoy, a chocolate covered pancake. Win.
... all you sweet chicas (and threeish guys) who read this blog. Our tiny little corner of the webby world keeps expanding, and this makes me so happy. I've noticed some new readers lately - some hits from new cities, new subscribers, all that fun stuff. And yet. I feel like I've invited you to a party, and you're sweet enough to come, only to discover that I'm the worst hostess ever. Thanks for taking the time to drop in and hang out here even when I'm in deep in the Cave of Solitude finishing some work. I hope this time away from the blog will be worth it someday. (Even when I go for weeks without blogging much, I'm still writing. Hopefully, the words I'm writing are still words you'll get to see ... someday. :) Important Note: you are the cutest bloggy community ever. I was just looking at the little pics of you subscriber types and oh my word. My Granny Orangie would have said that you people are "cuter than a sack of taters" (it's a compliment). How the heck do you take such good profile pictures?! You're a lovely, lovely bunch. Welcome, newbies!
... Ben's essay about his Uncle Larry. My bffMelanie's husband, Ben, shared this beautiful post about his uncle, who passed away suddenly just a week ago. Ben is a great writer and he comes from a kind, close-knit, wonderful family. I like to read about traditions other families build memories off of. I like to read about people who know how to find peace and solace out in the woods. Ben's post had plenty of both; lots of raw memories.
*tangent from serious to somewhat frivolous*