A scarf worthy coolness, a magical gloominess, and damp, leafy smells wafting through the air; I eagerly picked the July twenty-ninth as my walking day. The overcast sky recalled images of my Hogwarts-style library in Greenwich Village, and the former haunts of my book journeys. I was enthusiastic when my mom agreed to walk with me. Behind the chipped white facades of Quarryville's most time-loved wooden porches, a train line-turned-trail stretched over eight miles of rugged greenery. For forty-five minutes we sauntered over the grey gravel. A cream house with blue shutters caught my eye. It's little lonely windows on the edge of town reminded me of somewhere I had visited in a hardback. I can't wait for fall.
"There's a darkness on the edge of town." ~ Bruce Springsteen
Usually right before I nod off to sleep at night, I read a couple pages of something; just to settle my mind. I've been leisurely making my way through Daily Rituals by Mason Curry. The book is an anthology of the daily habits of well-known writers, composers, artists etc. Some are more detailed than others, the specifics range from a composers' working hours to how many pipes he smoked a day. But each brief description provides a sketch of the focal's mind and how it ticked.
This book falls into place next to my people watching penchant. Not only can observing other's lives cause us to reconsider our own, but it can prompt us to appreciate the simple order of our daily schedule. As I peruse different approaches to organizing the twenty-four hour period, I'm finding that I'm inspired to arrange my habits in wiser ways.
"Beethoven rose at dawn and wasted little time getting down to work. breakfast was coffee, which he prepared himself with great care--he determined that there should be sixty beans per cup, and he often counted them out one by one for a precised dose." ~ Daily Rituals by Mason Curry
Cafés are where I belong, munching on miniature meals and indulging my mild addiction to coffee. After a meeting in Lancaster, I slipped into this artistically grungy, wood paneled coffee room for a quick dinner. Prince Street Cafe's Rice Bowl is quite tasty, and as fresh as if I had made it at home. I was trying to be hip, so I bought a blue bottle of Saratoga Spring Water. I know, boring. But the blue glass can make any bland bouquet Pinterest-worthy. I motored home to the sounds of rain patters and Bastille's Pompeii capping off my second solo journey as a licensed driver.
I intend to venture out to this location again to assess the quality of their lattés.
I've been enjoying i tunes' internet radio recently. Sometimes a song comes on and I find myself dancing in the kitchen with my hand still slathered with soapy water from the dishes. Here are a couple tunes that I can't wait to get on my i pod.
Did you know that the Deceleration of Independence was not signed until August 2nd. All that happened on July 4th was the approving of the document.
Did you know that George Washington was the only founding father to become president who did not go to college. John Adams was a graduate of Harvard, James Madison went to Princeton, and Thomas Jefferson got his degree from William and Mary.
Did you know that the two youngest people to sign the Deceleration of Independence were Thomas Lynch, Jr. and Edward Rutledge. Both were from South Carolina and both were twenty-six when they signed the document.
Did you Know that nine of the men to inscribe their name on America's Deceleration died before the war of Independence ended.
Did you know that George Washington gave the shortest Inaugural address in the history of American presidents on March 4, 1793. It did not exceed 133 words.
Down the street, I grabbed a glimpse.
Little legs puttered on a shadowed stone.
I paused to stare at him or her alone on the vacated street.
No leash, two pointy ears moved about.
Then a man appeared, following his little leader.
Black silhouettes in a dim, one walled hallway.
My feet lured my eyes away from the scene,
And I left them.
Our neighbors made an appearance about a week ago. And ever since I sporadically interrupt my day to poke an eye out the window to observe their meandering movements for a couple moments. Their prodigious bulk sways over the grass as their substantial chompers grab at the green spears. "Hey, what's up? How are doing today? I agree, the weather is a little sketchy." I call out over the wire fence. To which they respond with inquisitive stares. We were told by the former residents that we may find one or two in our driveway at some point in the future. This the unpredictability of country living.