"if you wanna dance, find you a big fat man"

a late afternoon nap overtakes us all. dreams of an early childhood bedtime shattered and i snuck away for a few minutes of quiet to find the latest and greatest rendition of the greene bird studios web page (thanks, love!) register! enroll! everyone should be musically educated!

we missed a pic of a dairy dream during the heat of july (17). two (three?) nights ago (i was not at a disco) we dairy dreamed again (18), having taken an "ice cream really sounds terrible tonight" break until it sounded good again. i think we've learned that there can be too much of a good dream. today is the first day of school and the dream will now close at nine instead of ten at night, the first sign of winter pushing her way once again through the cracks around the doors and windows. we ate this last bowl of melting cream wondering why 1% milk can't taste like cold, melted vanilla soft-serve. can anyone tell us this?



a new pot of coffee perks in the kitchen. a day of laziness is catching up to us so it's time to vacuum the crackers off of the kitchen floor. something so simple and yet so unappealing at the same time. we've new books to read and an evening walk to meander, making such crunchy trivialities as crackers on the floor seem impudent. sigh.