Ahh. Labor Day weekend.
This song has really got me thinking. Here are the lyrics:
I am a passerby
Half-smile as you cut in line
Hold the door to be polite
You’re on your way and I’m on mine
I don’t know the day you’ve had
I don’t know where your head is at
You’re not a friend of mine
I am just a passerby
What if I knew your name?
What if we had the same home room?
What if the things that tie us are stronger than we knew?
What if we’d shared a pint?
What if we cheered the same team?
What if these moments between us mean more than we could dream?
Would I have grace for you and you for me?
Long days have made us numb
I don’t know where you’re coming from
I can’t look you in the eye
I am just a passerby
I feel like summer is officially over when nectarines are out of season.
I love reading. So much.
My mother-in-law gave me some beautiful flowers. I’m keeping these awesome little containers (along with the flowers, of course ;).
We had a house warming party for a friend and gave her gag gifts. We also gave her a real gift. We’re nice like that.
So ends another wonderful weekend.
Loooove, loooove puzzles. And the two girls who helped me put this together.
Or sanitize. I really like my space clean. Plus, I haven’t gotten a cold in over a year and I like to think this is part of it.
And silly girl too.
Ah. Faerie land.
Cookie party for my birthday!
Oh, brown rice, how I love you.
Mammoth Brewery root beer. Mmmmm good.
Yummy food, good company, great night.
My supervisor always has such beautiful blooms on her windowsill.
Happy birthday to me. Now I can rent a car on my own.
Yeah, he’s cool. :)
I really missed these faces this past week.
Pretty exciting when the road you want to take is blocked because of a huge fire.
So majestic, our world.
There’s something so magical about being awake before the sun fully rises.
Happy anniversary, Dude. <3
One more item off my bucket list. :)
Gotta love those “Engrish” stores. Oh, Japanese people, you crack me up.
Time to pick Kelly up from the train station. :)
. . .and again. Those little black things are birds.