There are summer days when you really don't do much and simple tasks become that much more fulfilling. Backtracking to last night for a second, the skunk smell made my room smell so bad I couldn't bear it. In the middle of the night I went across my hall and settled in a makeshift fort my sister built. It was a bunch of blankets draped over chairs and such. The flashing and blinding lightning looked surreal in my little tent, kind of like when you accidentally look at the sun and see spots. Rain plummeting down from is the best soundtrack for sleep.
This blog is very narrative today, so I might as well continue. I painted the railing on my porch today and mowed the lawn. We are officially in 're-doing' mode at my house. I feel quite content with this day although it was very uneventful. Itprovided such a necessary contrast to the stress-filled days of school. The song of the day is The Man Who Would Be King by the Libertines.
I'm deciding to volunteer at a Jewish elderly people center. I miss being around old people and there stories, and I miss my grandma.