Well hey there! Long time, no discernible signs of life on this blog! I’ve been strongly encouraged to write a new post, so here we are.
(HA! I’m watching TBS in the background and they’re just starting Con Air. How horrible was that movie?)
I would do a “7 Quick Takes” post, a la A’Dell et al., but I am far too verbose for that. So! Please to be enjoying some random paragraphs strung together!
On Thursday, the company I work for sponsored a “Day of Celebration” to recognize three record months of performance in a row. We all went to the office for a couple hours, then headed up to
Park City for lunch at one of Robert Redford’s restaurants. (Park City is one of Utah’s jewels, located about 20 minutes’ drive from the center(ish) of SLC. Formerly a silver mining town, it’s now home to the Sundance Film Festival. That’s only one week per year, though; the rest of the time, Park City is known for shopping, dining, golfing, concerts, mountain biking, skiing, and the Utah Olympic Park.) The drive up the canyon was gorgeous; the trees were dotted with golds and reds, the sky was blue and cloudless, and it was about 10 degrees cooler than it’s been in the valley (read: PERFECT). After lunch, we split off into group activities: golfing, mountain biking, horseback riding, or a spa visit. (Guess which one I chose.) I know it’s Not Smart to talk about work on one’s blog, but man do I feel blessed to work where I do.
Engagement and wedding planning is currently on hold, as we’ve shifted focus to buying a house (!!!). Our housing market has been nowhere NEAR as anemic as in other parts of the country, but it has still been a buyer’s market. Prices are beginning to rise, however, so we don’t want to wait too much longer. We’re holding off making any major purchases (rings) until we have financing figured out.
My birthday is about a week out, and it’s a significant number; at least, it feels that way to me. Thinking about buying a house, though, makes me feel about 15 years old. Surely I will not be allowed to do something as grown up as this. I’m really excited, though! I’m so done with apartment living, especially since we got New Asshole Neighbors who let their dogs bark, and who sound like a herd of elephants running up and down the outside stairs. Anyway, I’m hoping we can be settling into a house by January. Fingers crossed!
(Ooh, I found Casino playing. So good. So disturbing.)
I’ve read some books lately! I went through an All TV, All the Time phase, and while fun, it was too lengthy a break from reading. I’m not setting any numeric reading goals at this point, but I’ve been on a bit of a streak, considering we’re still watching quite a bit of TV. (I really need to get a library card.) Here are the books I’ve read in August and so far in September, in the order in which I liked them:
- Bared to You (I finished it and IMMEDIATELY started over, ha)
- The Perks of Being a Wallflower
- The Descendants
- Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption*
- The Likeness
- Paper Towns
- In the Woods
I think it’s telling that my favorite out of several good candidates is the smut book. I’m currently reading Minding Frankie, by (pour one out for) Maeve Binchy, one of my all-time favorite authors. I’m so sad that she passed away!
Fall has many things to recommend it: season premieres of my favorite TV shows, beautiful colors on the trees, temperatures that make me feel like a human instead of a bug under a magnifying glass, my birthday!, football (although I think my fantasy team is already in trouble), and Halloween, to name a few. Strange, then, that it also brings with it a pervasive feeling of sadness and anxiety. There’s also a twinge of something that feels like nostalgia. Is it just that I’m missing the sunglight and warmth in advance? I don’t know, but I hate that I feel this way during an otherwise lovely season.
Hmm, now I feel like I need to end on a positive note. Oh, got it! I’m participating in Doing My Best’s Crappy Day Present Exchange again (today was the last day to register, but registration opens again on 10/1), and Our Little Geekling’s Book Swap. Three cheers for internet friends with fun ideas!
Lastly, an observation while briefly watching Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves: even acting like he’s been kicked in the nards is outside of Kevin Costner’s range.
Cheers to the (rest of the) freakin’ weekend.
* Warning: this book may make you feel like a spoiled waste of space in comparison. Louis Zamperini’s life was UNREAL.