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This song (and specifically this cover) never fails to make me happy. This is not to say that I'm not happy right now, but any mood can be elevated by this song.

I kind of wish it was summer time here in San Francisco. While it's been sunny, it's also been cold and windy. Wind is my nemesis that cuts me to the bone no matter what I'm wearing. It whips my hair in my face and makes me wish I was wearing a sweatshirt under my jacket as I walk up Market street during my lunch break.

In Minneapolis, Green Bay and Chicago you're all probably sweltering under the heavy blanket of heat and humidity, clinging to your skin like a dirty wet woolen blanket. Me, I'm snuggled in sweaters contemplating a hot cup of tea because I'm so damn cold. Of course, all I would have to do to remedy this is to go over to the east bay where it's easily 20 degrees warmer on any given day (but I want you to know that it's damn cold in the mornings over there. I don't think 5am is ever warm anywhere).

Other news, other news....remind me sometime to tell you about one of our owners who has a full back tattoo of Don Quixote. The work was finally finished after a year. I remember when he came into Salt House right after they finished the outline. I took a picture of it on my cell phone so that he could see it. I wish I kept that photo just to show him a before and after. He has a full work of art on his back. But I what I really want to write about, to tell you about, is how passionate he gets when he talks about Don Quixote. "He's my hero!" he told me and Renee today. "He's the most amazing guy ever." I want to know how old he was when he first heard about Don Quixote, how old he was when he read the book, what was going on in his life. There's a story there - a real story and I want to know what it is.

Even though I have been on track when it comes to my exercise (30 minutes on the elliptical every day, monday through friday and occasionally on the weekend) I have yet to set aside a time for me to write. And I've wanted to write - I've wanted to write about my mom and dad and their adventure across Iowa and the RAGBRAI. I've wanted to write about my obsession with crossword puzzles. I've wanted to write about the fact that we're moving in a month and a half, about my job, about my friends, but I haven't and I don't know why. I'll get to it, I'm sure...

In the meantime, though, I wish I had a warm smooth deck bathed in the warmth of a setting summer sun, a glass of ice tea, and a small radio playing "In The Summertime" so I could dance barefoot.
You're moving? I haven't even made it to your current place yet! I know I know, my bad for not visiting.... But, no more job in a month :)