Summer kicked off with possibly the best Friday anyone, anywhere has ever had. Okay, a little over the top there, but a day I'll remember and seek to recreate for a long time. There are some people who are just effortless. The belly laughs come easy, and the memories just pile up. The three somebodies I spent that Friday with know who they are. So many iconic photos from that night, but the peace I felt that day is reflected best in this one... and an obligatory photo of the pedicured masterpieces that were our feet after that day. (Ignore the very masculine legs with the green toenail polish, that's definitely not a guy, it's just our androgynous friend Pat).
So, my car, is notably shitty. But I love its shitty qualities. I love that when I drive my car, the freedom of the act makes the car itself just drift away. I am a queen in the car. I sing, dance, glare, rule over the other peasants of the road. My car is my steed, old, ratchet, but mine nonetheless. However the last few days, my steed has shown her age. I'm not good at describing car noises, but whoosh-whoosh-click-rirr-rirrr is not the usual nor comforting sound that a car traditionally makes when it is in proper working order. But I have places to be.
With that in mind, Saturday morning I played the odds and left Post Falls in a hurry in order to drive three hours and meet up with my tribe (Mom, Brian, Emma, and Clara) in Selway Falls for some camping, mushrooming, and sun bathing. As I approached The Grade and descended, I decided to stop at the top of the hill for a snap chat photo. A gut instinct told me to leave the car running and hurry my snapchat-obsessed ass up, and thank God I did because as soon as I rolled into the Liberty Mart, topped off my tank, and attempted to jet off once again, I was sorely disappointed. The car was done, and so was I. I fortunately have a very lovely grandfather who came to my rescue, helped me work out a towing situation, took me back to his quaint hobbit hole of a house in his 65 and older community, gave me a few beers, some delicious chicken wings, and Cloud Atlas (a movie I highly recommend). The next morning we went to breakfast and then I grabbed my moms car keys and headed to the misty mountains. (I'm reading The Lord of The Rings currently and it's obviously rubbing off).
I miss my tribe so dearly when they aren't around. These are my people. The one's who truly understand my every weirdness, and accept and love it. I can't be who I really am with anyone else. I can't even describe who I really am without including them in the picture. I'm so proud of each of them every day, and I've got so much love in my heart for them. I can't do the day justice with words, so pictures are below.
So after our usual head dive into home life, mom and I and Brian running helter skelter around the house tidying, Winston close behind on our heels, and Emma and Clara being infuriatingly lazy all the while, we all crashed into bed and awoke again promptly at 5 AM. Me included. In Brian's words, "Why for?"
As much as I've learned in the last year that 'should' is a dirty word, and that expectations are just attempted control over the uncontrollable, I want to feel that I spent every second of this summer either happy, learning, or sleeping. From here on out, every action needs to fit under those three categories, and so far these first three days of summer have been perfect by definition.
Until later.
Best wishes.
