Ugh. Every day this week I have looked at my computer and told myself I would write something on this little blog. Really anything would do. But nothing was exciting enough. Betwixt dodging funnel clouds (yes, I live in Kansas) and apartment hunting for Charleston (waaaahh, why is this so hard?!) nothing of major consequence has occurred.
I thought for a mild moment about sharing with you the conclusion of my latest read, Parrot and Olivier in America (said with a French accent, of course), but found that idea a little too dull for an entire post today. In short, it was a good read, definitely a nice deviation from what I have been reading. And if you are in the mood for a bit of a period-piece with the odd bit of 1800’s humor, then I suggest you pick it up. Honestly, I really did enjoy it.
So then I thought, What the heck was I doing this time last year? Well on this exact day I was probably trolling around the house with Stella (ah, yes, that is Little Bean’s real name–don’t you love her even more now?) causing ruckus and being really cute (yes, the pair of us). Maybe I headed down toward Zurich Lake to catch some rays and nurse a few beers with Jill (favorite pastimes of all the times). Or perchance I went on a long run in the hills of the Schin (not the village’s real full name) basking in the glory that is the Swiss Alps and gorgeous countryside. Man, life was good.
And still is! Natürlich. But I can tell you that two days and one year ago I was looking at this to my left…
oh, and of course this to my right…
and when I looked straight ahead I saw…
but don’t forget about down below!
And as the sun faded…
…I knew I was in paradise. Cinque Terre, Italy.
A Broad At Home 