so. it’s tuesday.

I am perfectly aware of the fact that I’m not that great at blogging lately. I had this idea that maybe I should’ve had about three weeks ago, which was that perhaps since I am already doing this photo a day thing, I could also blog the photos and write something to go along with them. I’m not convinced that this isn’t a terrible idea, and maybe I’ll change my mind later, but for now, I figure I’ll go with it.

So, hi. Here’s a quick rundown of things that have happened since I have been not blogging and not posting my photos here, as a means of catching up:

I went to work a lot, so that’s one thing. I’m making a blanket and it’s purple and it’s awesome. I got into a fight with some ice and beat it with a hammer and then spent the entire next day trying to figure out why I was sore. I went to work a lot. I went to Missy’s birthday party, which was an interesting evening of mostly adults and a few of the children belonging to those adults. While there, a little kid said to me, “My eyes are blue! Yours are BLACK!” Well, little kid, my eyes are not black, but I guess they’re close enough. They’re pretty dark, I guess. Or maybe she was commenting on my ever-present under-eye circles which sometimes make me look like someone punched me in the face. One or the other. I got an email containing a link to a video in which Jennifer Love Hewitt talks about bedazzling her hoo-hah (er, “precious lady”) with Swarovski crystals, because that’s the kind of email I get and I bet you’re jealous. I met my brother for the very first time (perhaps more about that some other day, like when I meet my brother for the very second time). Also, I went to work a lot.

Now that we’re all caught up to the present, I’ll kick off writing about today by mentioning that I went to work. Then I went to lunch and there was some terribly attractive guy at the restaurant where I was, and maybe I kept checking him out while pretending to be engrossed in the book I had with me, though it’s kind of hard to pretend to be engrossed in a textbook, but anyway, I was so impressed with how good looking he was and I didn’t know if there was anything in the world that could possibly break the spell I was under. Then he took a phone call, and it turned out that when he talked, he sounded exactly — I mean exactly — like Kermit the Frog. As much as I like Kermit the Frog (because what’s not to like?) I couldn’t imagine having a conversation with this fellow while keeping a straight face, or at least not while asking “No, but could you sing ‘It’s Not Easy Being Green’ please?” at least once every five minutes. And there it is: Kermit voice — not a turn on.

To bring things back to today’s photo, back when I lived in Venice, I was amused by a few of the vaporetti that had weird sayings on the sides. My favorite had to do with Pasternak and borscht and the whereabouts of the letter H, but a close second was “My sweetheart, you are a mystery, so I like you.” (Not “I love you,” no. “I like you.”)

I sort of feel that way about my hair.