I've been eating steamed dumplings like mad lately. I'm afraid I'll get tired of them but I can't stop. They remind me of my childhood when my mom would take my sister and I to this chinese restaurant all the time. It was dimly lit and had beads hanging in the doorways that we would run through until my mom told us to stop.
Summer of dumplings.
I didn't realize so many people read my blog on a regular basis. I'm flattered but at the same time a little bewildered. I'm still going to keep writing what I write and doing what I do, though.
I found an intact robin's egg on the ground yesterday when I was walking but it was cold so I put it back. It was sad but I didn't let it get to me.
I've been feeling a little numb lately but I guess it is a welcome change from feeling like a raw wound on feet.
I want to try lots of new things.
Last night I went somewhere I had never been in my life and it was wonderful. The sky was on fire with stars and the whole time I was convincing myself that I was going to die and those were my last moments which sounds bad but it's a game I've always played when I'm in the right frame of mind.
That is all for now.
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