Famous Scots

Turn, Turn, Turn

Disclaimer: I really didn't mean to sound whiney yesterday. I was legitimately homesick. It's such a rare occurrence that sometimes I just need to wallow in it. Oh Michiana. Someday I will return. ...And then quickly leave again.

Yesterday:

1. I saw a boy on a scooter barely keeping his hold on the beach ball and bouquet of flowers he was carrying. I spent all of class thinking about where/to whom/why he was going. As Dougie would say, "Now there's a story!"

2. While I went to the temple looking for some peace, what I found instead was grins, joking, and joy. Which was even better. The random interlude of German conversation, the way Brother So and So raised us up from the bench like Moses commanding the waters, being baptized for a "Cohen" (I chuckled...with, uh, modest delight), and the pat on the back when I was all finished: muy perfecto.

3. The house for sale on 7th East. I didn't have much time to look because I was racing the storm home, but the brick, the steps up, the small window in the door, the tree hiding it from the street were delightful. Noni, we should go check it out. (There probably isn't a dog though. Shoot.)

4. South Fork Canyon. While the first 45 minutes of the ride was on a bike that weighed more than a pregnant seal and switched gears every 30 seconds (I counted. Thanks Kenz for switching me), the agony and pain was worth it for the ride down. K, so I first have to admit, the way the road moved under my tires totally reminded me of a racing game. But, when I dared to look up from my hunched position, the view was...well...all I can do is kiss my fingers and wave them in your face. We hit it at just the right time - sun setting on the ridge and the mountains across. In the midst of all this grandeur, we have Big Mountain Bob zooming past, no hands, wearing shants and commentating on his own performance. What a pleasant contradiction.

5. Banana bread made with 7 grains and a smoothie with strawberries, raspberries, agave, almond milk, vanilla, some sort of bran, and who knows what else.

6. I have to do another triathlon so William will stay my friend.

"Washing the dishes. First step to becoming a great swimmer."

"I went through all of college without doing laundry. BYU Issue! They even give you socks!"

If I'm preggie, then I can have cravings.

Don't get me wrong. This summer has been great (bolded for stress). But as I start my almost complete day-off, all I want is to do fly home and have, what is in my mind, the perfect summer day.

It might include horse syringes. And an old lady swearing at us as we wave mosquito candles around our heads. We've even got the cliche holding of hands as we run through a cornfield. ...You know why that always shows up in short stories and novels? Because there are only a few times and places where you can feel so secure and connected amidst such simple confusion.

Dang. There aren't even roman candles in Utah.