It's Friday, gosh darn it. Oh my goodness but what a week! And another one ahead of me as I speak. But first I have to mention I am not having a vermut, I am Hpnotiq-ed!
Isn't this just the most delicious shade of blue? I have eyed this in the store for so long and I finally bought a (small) bottle because it is obscenely expensive. And it's a good thing because it's as delicious on the taste buds as it is on the eyes. (vodka, cognac and exotic fruit juices and not at all sweet)
If we were meeting for a vermut tonight I would say that our local pool is now open and Riley got a taste of it after school one day. I was not so brave as it was just filled with a garden hose so you can imagine how cold it is.
But it didn't deter him.
If we were meeting for vermut tonight I would tell you that with the hot weather we've been having I unearthed one of my summer work blouses.
I adore this blouse for many reasons. The colours, of course but the care, oh baby! When you wash it, while it's still wet, you have to roll it up and tie it to the clothes line in order to get that special wrinkly quality back in it. Imagine! A shirt that is supposed to be wrinkled!
If we were meeting for vermut tonight I would dare to show you the blister I got last Sunday planting the veterans flags. I would point out how it is on my middle finger and right at the knuckle. I would tell you how sore it has been and how, because of the placement, I have trouble bending my finger at all which translates into that one finger sticking up in the oddest of circumstances.
I have been (unintentionally) flipping the bird since last Sunday and have gotten quite a few nasty looks in return. Would you fault me if I just laughed?
If we were meeting for vermut tonight I would show you some of the damage from Wednesday night's thunder storm.
I would tell you that I feel like we just zig-zagged through the path of terrible destruction. Like many other locales, we had a series of storms rip through that shook us. I find it odd how after the last few years we have come to accept this freaky weather as normal. Wednesday evening we were on the soccer field and just minutes before the first tear through the coaches cancelled the game, gratefully. We made it home before the worst hit but looking up I could clearly see tornado skies. I realized you no longer have to go to Kansas to experience this and that it has become wrongfully common here. How mother earth is talking back to us. I would ask you if you think, on the whole, we are listening. I would confess that I was sitting on the floor when the most weird thunder clapped and it was more like an earthquake because I would swear that the ground beneath my butt rolled in successive waves and it was unlike any other thunder I have ever experienced before. I would tell you that shortly after it all passed I could hear chain saws whirring long into the night, neighbors helping one another clean up and call up the community that isn't often recognizable on an ordinary day. To think this camaraderie is simmering beneath the surface is truly encouraging.
If we were meeting for a vermut tonight I would say I have been reading about other bloggers' summer reading lists and am thinking about my own. I would tell you I feel like a bit of a grinch making Riley do exercises in preparation for grade 3 and I'm still kind of on the fence about that. But my summer reading list has two B-I-G items on it and I'm hoping others will join in with me to read and occasionally discuss. Here goes: Clarissa Pinkola Estes' "Women Who Run With The Wolves" and Ted Andrews', "Animal Speak". Is anyone up for this?
P.S. I neglected to mention that Virtual Vermut is hosted by Kate over at The Catalan Way, do go and say hello and let her know you enjoyed this vermut!