Ahem**
Thoughts while reading Through Painted Deserts(By Donald Miller)
I think I've been buying things as a way of feeling some kind of change. hmm.
Wallabes in the backyard, feral mountain kids in the frontyard.
Sri Lankans to my left-
hot tub to my right.
Laura in bed with a turquoise blanket covering us both.
It reminds me of home. The space heater reminds me of home- but without all the dripping sounds that used to sing me to sleep from my space heater growing up.
The blanket is that material. The soft kind. Not the itchy kind.
I'm wearing my glasses. I feel like Holly Wagner.
The sink is blue. Stony blue with a little engraved kangaroo etched into the top in case you forgot what continent you were on while you washed your face.
When you spit toothpaste it looks like fireworks. I never realized how widespread your spit goes when you brush your teeth. It makes me want to rush home and properly scrub the other white porcelain utility of the bathroom.
Also, there is a towel heater.
I'd like to bring that home.
This place reminds me of that time I went skiing with the church. It's not as pretty, but still really awesome. This place has a reading nook, and for that I like it better.
xx
That is all I wrote that night.
Here are a few pictures from the rest of the weekend of doing nothing but pondering happenings and reading books.