and whiskers on kittens
This week lasted a century.
At least that’s how it felt, and the eight or nine weeks before it felt pretty much the same. I think (don’t laugh!) that we might finally be at the end of a very, very busy stretch, and we can return to just plain ole busy.
I’m pleasantly exhausted now after a weekend spent with family, watching Kentucky volleyball and basketball. Today, Loui and I took my grandmother to see The Sound of Music, back in theaters for its 60th anniversary, for her birthday.
I had never seen my grandmother’s favorite movie, which is crazy—but I am oh so glad that my first time was in a theater today, with two of my favorite people in the world. I adored the movie and nearly watched it again as soon as I got home.
What has made the weeks feel so long hasn’t been all bad or sad; much of it has been wonderful. But sometimes the dog bites and the bee stings, so here are some much-appreciated favorite things from life this week:
the three breakfast sandwiches Loui made for me (not all at once)
having a great first visit at a new doctor’s office
collectively singing happy birthday to my dad through FaceTime, from three cities across two states
spending a whole night reading Katabasis by R.F. Kuang because it was due back to the library the next day
warm homemade cookies with cold vanilla ice cream
rereading emails from a beloved mentor for an exciting project
trying and really liking pickle fries, a new addition to a familiar restaurant’s menu
my former professor, who lives near Kroger Field, not only letting us park in his driveway but also driving my grandmother as close to the stadium as he could to minimize her walking
doing the John Wall dance during the football game
watching Captain von Trapp rip a Nazi flag in half
the reprise of “Maria” during the wedding scene (will be writing more about this someday!)
that Gram said, “I want to ride in the big truck again,” when I asked if she wanted to go with me or Loui
personalizing a gift, then the satisfaction of the gift being appreciated
a well-designed presentation slide
that my dad said, “Have you written your thing yet?” at about 7 p.m. this Sunday evening