Spring, the sweet spring, when pollen is the king.
Of my itchy nose and watery eyes.
I would tell you how awesome springtime is…if I could breathe or talk.
There’s a crafter’s personal blog I really like because the photos are amazing. But they’re so intimate — cooking family dinners, pets, her daughter & partner — that they sometimes make me feel like a spy.
I mean, I know she puts this stuff out there on purpose, but sometimes I click away from her blog feeling like a straight up web-peeper.
It’s a weird feeling.
I thought for many years that I didn’t like progressive rock, but it turns out that I just hate Rush. I like prog rock in general just fine. But I really, really hate Rush.
(I guess I could tag this one “Canadian heresy.”)
The weather guy said we’re headed for triple digit temperatures this weekend, and it’s not even July yet. Whew. I think it’s safe to say that it’s hot. I know it’s a fictional concept, but I always feel like I’m getting Sebacean Heat Delirium this time of year – and this year is no exception.
I don’t want to do anything when it gets really hot. I don’t want to leave the house (obviously), but I don’t even get much done in the house, despite the air conditioning. I can barely think clearly most of the time.
I can barely string together this post, frankly.
I think I was never meant to live in this climate.
I totally forgot the point I was trying to make here, but I’m going to post this anyway, as a testament to my boiled brain.
Dear (Other) Sarah Crowder,
I’d really like you to get a new e-mail address. I’m not 100% sure what your e-mail address actually is, but it must be pretty damned close to mine because I continually get your e-mail.
No, I don’t know your LinkedIn business associates. I’m really glad that your friend’s massage business is going well, and that the opening party was a success, but as much as I need a massage, I don’t know your friend, and I don’t live in the Pacific Northwest. I also really appreciated the invitation to your family reunion BBQ, but again, I don’t know your family. I’m sure they’re lovely people, though.
Maybe you get e-mail intended for me sometimes, too. I have no way of knowing. Feel free to tell my friends “Hi” for me. Go ahead and reply. They’re mostly a mellow bunch, and who knows – they might even like you more than me. I am pretty cranky, after all.
Look, I know we have a very common name, and I’m almost sorry I got to Gmail first (and truly sorry that I did not include my middle initial in my handle), but here we are. If you don’t want to get a new e-mail handle*, at least make sure that the people trying to contact you have your correct address. I seriously get a lot of your e-mail. (Was it misprinted on your business cards?)
Anyway, I hope this letter finds you well. But if you’re feeling a little stressed out, I bet your friend would give you a discount on a massage. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, right?
Sarah L. Crowder
*Both “SCisAwesomeForevs@hotmail” or “scrazyscrowder@juno” sound fun, right?
Our cat gets very vocal on the first sunny day after several gloomy, grey days in a row.