Five Good Things: Making Shapes Edition

1. I wiped out HARD CORE on some ice outside my apartment this morning (I mean, of course I did), but my coffee emerged completely upright and unscathed. Amazing, right? My knee might be sporting a purple bump the size of a golf ball, but I am happily caffeinated, and clearly that is all that matters. Plus I think bruises make me look kind of badass. At least that’s what I tell myself when I fall down.

2. Nefarious sidewalk glaciers not withstanding, I got my first whiff of spring last night. It was still kind of light when I got home, and everything on the street smelled fresh and wet. It’s coming. I just know it. Am imagining flowers and herbs and garden parties in preparation. Which reminds me: does anybody out there have a recommendation for a good book about container gardening? Am determined that THIS will be the year I don’t kill everything I try to grow.

3. “Making shapes” is a Tom expression. It means getting a move on. “Ooh, it’s late. I gotta make shapes.” Or “I made real shapes on that project today.” In any case, I may or may not have made serious writing shapes yesterday, and even if nothing comes of it I am feeling pretty good. I love the smell of productivity in the morning, and all that.

4. Speaking of Tom, he is turning twenty-five on Sunday. You guys. My boyfriend is a quarter-century old. Yowza. To celebrate: steak and eggs brunch at our house tomorrow morning, followed by a fancy dinner one night next week. He’s a nerd so he’s working on his birthday. I might or might not bring him some cupcakes.

5. Two weeks from today I will be sitting on a beach in Mexico, drinking Coronas and sunning myself, possibly with one of those big reflective cardboard things girls used in the eighties. If that isn’t good news, then I just don’t know what is.

Happy weekend! Also, thanks for all your sweetness about my secret lives. I so loved reading about yours.