Saturday Morning Post Vol. 58

1. 4th of July weekend. The lake is wild today, white caps topping the waves like thick oil paint. The water itself is nearly three different colors, dark grey, green, and bright blue, as if the wind is mixing the water up and dividing it. Back across the road, they are setting up a carnival. … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post Vol. 58

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 57

1. It's super duper windy today at the lake. In general it’s been very windy lately. I like wind. I like watching the trees bend and seeing the leaves fold over themselves, like they’re ducking for cover. Strong wind feels like a warning, and a lot of times it is. If anything in nature could … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 57

Saturday Morning Post ,Vol. 55

1. Good morning. I’m sitting in my car eating an early lunch, trying not to spill juice from my fruit cup (which was preceded by string cheese because I eat like a child). Even though it’s not June 20st, it’s summer. I’m glad it’s summer. But a couple months ago I was having really mixed … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post ,Vol. 55

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 54

1. This week has been uh….WEIRD. SO WEIRD. We got like a snowstorm, some power outages, seasonal allergies (nature hates me), I’ve taken a nap like every day this week…..It’s been rough. Long story short, I ended up feeling sick from allergies coupled with a sudden plunge in temperature (outside temperature. I did not turn … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 54

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 52

1. I am once more sitting at the lake (yes, in my car). It’s warm this time, and the lake is very blue, though it admittedly looks a lot more turquoise through my sunglasses. (Do you ever take your sunglasses off and are suddenly disappointed at the actual color of everything? Like excuse me, someone … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 52

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 48

Sometimes clichés are true. That writers are hermits who don't get enough sun. Cause apparently I have a Vitamin D deficiency (pause: please don't worry, everything is being taken care of and I am fine). My doctor said, "We don't want you getting rickets." Ah, yes, rickets. I could get rickets like a poor child … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 48