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May 18, 2016

my day


Sunbathing in my expensive blue swimsuit
Planning future writing and photography projects
Enjoying my new bobbed haircut
Wishing I had a few extra thousand dollars
Missing my fiancé
Crying over a happy video on Facebook
Thinking about decoration ideas for the wedding
Wondering when my car is going to be fixed
Trying to consider my blessings instead of negative thoughts
Praying for peace
Reading some pretty rad travel magazines
Writing in my journal
Imagining my life in 10 years
Scheming ways to travel a lot this summer
Texting my friends
Soaking in the beauty of this day
Remembering the stories of yesterday
Living Life.

What does today hold in store for you?

May 16, 2016

st. louis date


Brambleberry ice cream at Jeni's? Yes please. 


T.S. Eliot poetry from Left Bank Books? Of course. 


Bellefontaine Cemetery 
Art Museum
Left Bank Books
and Jeni's Ice Cream. 

    Where do I even begin? How do I describe our little sliver of Sunday happiness? I want to share everything about it. Like the picnic in the cemetery - (peaches, popcorn, mineral water and bagels.) Everything was spread out perfectly on the white cotton blanket and I felt like one of Renoir's picnic paintings had come to life. Then, we walked about looking at the names of historical figures on tombstones. We never did find the burial sites of William Clark and Sara Teasdale, but we did find some strawberries. 
     When our legs got tired from walking so long, I read the google map instructions to Charlie and he drove the silver Solera. The directions weren't very good and we got lost. Or perhaps we weren't paying very close attention to the map: (Charlie was holding my hand and I was telling stories about Mosi.) Somehow we arrived at the art museum, but not without several u-turns and backtracking. 
     Next came the second hand bookstore on Euclid St. Using torn notebook pages, Charlie and I wrote notes to future readers that we stuck inside our favorite books. (I did anyways. Charlie chose more sinister books that he had never read.) I purchased a book of Eliot's poetry. 

“Now that lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
And twists one in her fingers while she talks." 
- Eliot. 

     Cold, expensive ice cream concluded our date. Flavors of bramble berry and chocolate and pistachio blended together in crisp waffle cones. I wonder what people thought of us - two lovers sitting in the window seat, laughing and reading the printed napkins. Whoever saw us, we didn't pay much attention to them.
     At the point of dusk Charlie and I parted ways. Our day was full and long and happy -- a foretaste of the lifestyle we hope to lead.