The summer has been heavy. I feel like I'm constantly running out of time, even though that's absurd. I can't tell if grad school just ingrained a constant anxiety in me, or the challenges facing my family lately are just creating an ever present, subversive pool of worry in my mind.

No pictures. No pictures, please.

A lot of beautiful things have happened lately, as well. I should think on them instead.

a box of delicious, lush vegetables from a friend's garden in Vermont

that they and their garden weren't washed away in the floods

Mt. Greylock, in all it's hurranic majesty

new friends--yankees, at that!

group hugs from the 13s at SUUSI

gorgeous, crisp New England summer days

a leisurely road trip winding through the lower Hudson with some beloved family (seeing lots of deer)

a quiet night in a cute motel with the honeybear

reconnecting with OTs, positives from a negative

and many small moments, here and there

Hudson River, last summer.

I was really happy with the way that photo turned out, but I still miss my teensy little camera with the guts to shoot in rain. DSLR or no. Nothing can compete with nostalgia.

It's been so crazy busy. Was I always this busy, and I just hallucinated moments of leisure in the past? Or perhaps I spent them differently, and now I imagine things that were previously considered 'work' to be 'chillin, top villain?' I can't tell any more, no joke.

Plans: Hilo in October. Thank. God.

A list of things on the table rhightchere:

a big yellow bowl the mister's mom gave him, with several pieces of grass in it

a barette

books for studying (largely untouched)

kindle (procrastination at its finest)

two dried up avocados

a denuded mint plant

several pots with dirt in them, no plants

one spider plant, though

wooden tray, lovely wedding gift

bookends

upturned siracha bottle

a donor identifier card