- I lost my reading groove. I had a few books back to back that I wasn't that into, and then I got sick and just wanted to sleep all the time, and then on vacation I just didn't feel like reading before bed like I normally do. I've been listening to lots of This American Life podcasts in the car. While some episodes take me a while to get into, I always end up lost in other people's stories. The one about The Land of Make Believe where a dad built a 24 foot ship in his backyard for his 12 kids to play on and ran it like a Navy ship was a recent favorite. I'm also listening to Gilmore Guys as I make my way through the show (again) (don't judge) but I get annoyed when their guest hates the show and then they start to seem bothered by it.
- We have friends coming to town next week which is a great excuse to do all of our favorite things in Houston! Andrew and David went to high school together and Mandy and I have gotten to know each other better through blogging. We haven't seen each other since their wedding five years ago so I'm excited to catch up and to force them to play Head's Up with me repeatedly and eat all my favorite things in the span of just a few days.
- Fall is allegedly coming. I decorated for it and have been trying to order hot coffee drinks. A Sweater Weather candle is burning every night. It's still in the 90s here. The weather man said that fall isn't coming just yet... dude, October starts on Friday... if not now, when?
- And now, what's been on my mind this week. If you follow me on snapchat or we're text friends, forgive the repeat, but I'm not over it. Last week, I heard that a friend of mine from high school passed away. A new school was built before my junior year, so I had to leave my friends behind and make new ones for my last two years of high school. I never really fit in, but there was a group of six of us who were in a lot of the same classes, were all kind of dorky, and got along. They were my group, and he was one of them. Post high school, I've kept in decent touch with one of the girls, and through her, our friend who is now gone. I saw him a few years ago and of course there was talk of having lunch, but neither of us ever made the call. He worked at a restaurant with two locations, one of which is near my office. Every time I went there, I thought of him and hoped he might be in for some reason. He was hilarious and smart and the fun guy in the group who got along with all the cliques in high school and one of the few people I would want to see should a high school reunion come to fruition. I always thought we would get closer when our mutual friend came to visit or if she moved back to Houston. He was fun to reminisce with and just a presence I took for granted. Even though he hasn't been a part of my daily life for over ten years, I am extremely saddened by his passing. His funeral was standing room only and full of great stories and memories of those who knew him (and, it served as a de facto high school reunion - I think he would approve). It just made me think about wasted time, and how I should call and text the people whose lives I want to be a part of. I shouldn't wait until someone is gone to let them know that they were a happy part of my life. I don't want my funeral to be full of people who haven't spoken to me much in the past ten years but could have. I want to make a better effort to reach out to people whose names just live in my phone or whose statuses just pop up on Facebook every so often. The night of the funeral, I texted my best friend from eighth grade and into college. She was in my wedding, but we drifted apart pretty soon after. It was nice catching up. She has a ton going on that she didn't post on Facebook and it was great to hear from her. A small step in the right direction. So, to my friend who passed, thank you for being my friend when I was weird and alone. Thank you for calling me The Hey Song Girl and The Awkward Silence Maker because at least you saw me when I felt invisible, weird habits and all. You'll be remembered every time I take the extra step toward someone I need to reach out to.
Anyway. That was sad. How about we end with some pics on my phone that I can actually get on here? And a promise for some California posts... soonish.
The French Laundry garden, which was down the street from our hotel in Yountville | Potato-horseradish dumplings with plum from The Progress in San Francisco | Hot air balloons in Yountville | the Napa equivalent of the Vegas sign.