Golden Gardens

Tonight I went to Golden Gardens, at the suggestion of The Conrad, who sadly wasn't actually there with me. The weather was beautiful, and although it was a little late by the time we actually got there, it was still gorgeous. I didn't even need a jacket until 8:15!

Even though The Conrad was stuck at work, Ronnster and RoJo and others were there with me. I burned my accounting book in effigy. It took a long time to burn. That class took a long way to burn itself out of my system, too.

We sat on the beach, and made some s'mores. (I had 0.5, which was 0.5 too much.) We talked and laughed and sang. And there were hugs. And trains in the background. And the whooshing of the tide as it crept in. And a ukelele. And I wore my sweatshirt, my "bonfire" sweatshirt...the one I never wear  unless it's a bonfire. I wash it every time, afterwards, but I'm sure it still has bonfire smell embedded in it.

It was lovely, and I loved seeing my friends, getting hugs, and laughing so much.

Cheers to friends. Cheers to summer. Cheers to no more accounting book.

Little Boxes

Little boxes, in the condo,
little boxes made of brown cardboard
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all the same
There's a book box and an art box and a clothes box and a random box
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all taped up.

Little boxes, full of my stuff
Little boxes made of brown cardboard
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all the same.
There's the spice box and an art box and a clothes box and a random box
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all taped up.

Start unpacking, start unpacking
says my head to my little hands
start unpacking all the boxes, start to cut through all the tape
there's the dish box and the bath box and the tool box and the random box
and they're all made out of cardboard and they're all still taped up tight.

little boxes, in the condo
little boxes made of brown cardboard
little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all stacked high
they're all waiting for attention, and they long to be organized
little boxes, in the condo, little boxes....where's the knife?!