There are clouds in the sky this evening, and it seems strange. I've clearly recovered from my stint in mildewy Oregon, because I find myself hoping it will rain. I can't remember the last time I felt that way. I guess three straight weeks of lovely dry sunshine and a small wildfire will change anyone's attitude about the desirability of moisture.
I put laundry out on the line today, and the first pillowcase was dry by the time I clothespinned the last sheet. They now smell like the mountains. Granite and ponderosa pine and heat.
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I was on track - for a degree or a career or a healthy retirement fund - for my first 29 years. I decided to see what a year off track feels like. Starting December 23, 2006, this is where you can find updates on the no doubt boring adventures of Corina derailed.
About Me
- Corina
- The header says alot, but I'm a 30-year-old lawyer turned dropout who really really loves to be places other than home, wherever that happens to be at the moment. I believe rainy days are a personal affront and take umbrage when the sun is behind clouds. I love summer with an unholy passion. I watch insane amounts of television (or did until I gave up, temporarily I hope, television reception), and have given up feeling bad about it. Most of the time.
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