Got the habit from my mom where I arrange things around the apartment.
Just enough to know where everything is.

If it wasn’t for the dim lighting and lack of expensive items, I suppose this could be tagged
in the “put a bird on it” category of Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table.

Thick irony of that site aside, I really dig the bird drawing by Julie Hill in the middle here.

And all the other items for that matter.

That fan for instance, is taking the edge off the humid air as I type.

Hung out with my mom 3 days in a row and it still wasn’t enough!
While eating brunch I snapped this photo of her necklace because it was awesome.

Semi-related: At one point over the weekend we went to see The Hunger Games with a group of friends.
I complained about the shaky camera but was relieved it eased up as the movie progressed.
A fine adaptation of the books (which I quite enjoyed). Not “whoa” good, but servicable.

Ended the evening on the deck of my friends house, watching spring replace brown with green:

My friends had a birthday party for their youngest yesterday.
A bit of a miracle that one year old.
I like these friends and don’t see them enough.
Their house is filled with life.
Right out in their front yard is a vegetable garden.
On the day I visited, the back was filled with families and kids running all around.
There was a slip and slide,
tables filled with summery salads,
brownies and cake.
Inside, an activity room had these lunchbag puppets lined up saying, “photograph me!”