…and so another July is tossed into the dustbin. Wet, cold, rainy, humid, a perfect month for writing and reading.
I read about a half dozen books and wrote about fifty pages this month in between naps and runs and walking the dog and tuning out.
Oh, and “Girls.” A marathon watching of all six seasons. Addicted to the extraordinary writing and wonderful acting and brave ideas as well as the shallow and narrow-mindedness. Good riddance to the twenties, defined seemingly, so to speak, by sex and emotion, having little to show, no way of knowing limits.
The food jag has been chiefly Korean and Japanese this month: I learned how to make a very good version of cold sesame noodles and a very good version of cold spicy noodles, too. Lately I’ve been grilling pork or chicken with a homemade Korean marinade. I’m guessing this hunger for heat and soy and vinegar is related to time spent away from these flavors in the mountains.
August brings the eclipse.
