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This was supposed to be a blog about extracting every ounce of pleasure from life, but it seems to be, in fact, largely a dream journal with notes on baking, Trader Joe's, and celebrity chefs.
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I realize you (and, especially, Ann) will think I'm insane, but I actually like weather like that. I was reading a post over at bitch ph.d. today about how in Italy no one hurries, which is, I think, the key to it all. Strolling will get you where you need to go.
I like weather like this only in a world built to accommodate it, a world that allows for strolling and siesta.
Alas, I do not live in that world.
Actually, that may not be true. Extremes of any kind cause me discomfort bordering on pain. I like May, September, the Equinox, medium things.
Ah--I love the medium things, and I aim for them, but I figure you only know where "medium" truly is if you go to the extremes! All in the cause of exact measurement, doncha know.
Good point.
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