Like Kurosawa I Make Mad Films

Ok, I don't make films.
But if I did, they'd have a samurai.

(From Barenaked Ladies's "One Week")

I completely spaced posting about this, but last Saturday was my hometown's annual celebration commemorating its founding. There's a pancake breakfast, a parade, a mud volleyball tournament, live music at night, and, around 9:30pm every year, fireworks.
Throughout the day, between the parade and the dancing, there are booths of various types in the main park. Some offer handmade goods, others offer new goods, and still others are there with games or snacks to raise money for high school band trips and Girl Scouts. 

This year my mom, her friend, and I went to the park with boxes of things to sell. We had several handmade aprons that the two of them have made; cards, bookmarks, & keychains by yours truly; and a wide selection of jewelry left over from my parents' thrift store they shut down nearly two years ago. 

We didn't even make enough money to cover the cost of booth rent, which was very reasonable. We came close, but no dice. And, dishearteningly, most of what we sold was jewelry. 

The crowds were bad, though; many vendors said that. Very few people showed up and those that did were not spending money. 

Either way and regardless, I have been extremely lazy since then. I have not accomplished one single productive act since last Saturday. Oh, wait, I take that back. I have completed my kitchen utensil reorganization and purge. I have eliminated three canisters' worth of utensils.  (I've had to do this mostly when my dad isn't home.) To illustrate why this was necessary, (1) keep in mind that I said I eliminated three canisters; we still have 4 more canisters worth of utensils, and (2) look at this true example of what I've found in my exploration. Who needs 14 wooden spoons? We are a family of 3 who eats spaghetti once a week, rarely has homemade pancakes, and bakes once a month. I eliminated 9 spoons, but I still feel that 5 is too many. Oh well. It's a progression. 

I am debating on starting on my summer reading list. I procured several titles a few weeks ago at a thrift store in a neighboring city and am getting anxious to start them. I've had Cormac McCarthy's The Road and All The Pretty Horses checked out from the local library for two months, and while I love McCarthy's word play in (most of) The Road so far, I don't know if I can go on through it, and then trudge through another book. I am all for creative writing, and messing up rules once you have mastered them, but I don't know if his stuff was edited at all. No quotation marks, choppy sentences...The Road reads like a train of thought instead of a book. (And from what I've seen of ...Horses, the same applies there, too.) 

Some examples of what is currently waiting on my nightstand: The Secret Life of Bees, 1984, The Lovely Bones, and Eat Pray Love. 

My mom and gran are planning on going to Missouri in September. They have reserved a cabin for a weekend; Bailey is allowed to go if I go. I am greatly considering it. A trip, out of state, to a cabin, somewhere that is gorgeous. (There may be a conflict of schedules, though, as I am just now remembering a possible wedding that weekend. I'll have to check with my photographer for the confirmed date.) Oh well; either way I'll be taking pictures that weekend. 

One of my long-time friends turned 29 today. 29! Oh my god, how did we get to be nearly 30? Seriously. I still feel like I'm in my early 20s, like I still have a few years to figure stuff out; unfortunately, the calendar says that I should have had all this done a few years ago. Oh well. 

And then, when I consider the fact that my boyfriend and I have been dating for going on six years --and have known each other for 8-- I am flabbergasted. No way. (Yes, way.)

My grand scheme for the summer is to get my room rearranged and purged. I want to eliminate one dresser entirely so that my clothes will fit in the other dresser (mostly just pants, shorts, & capris), my window can be opened on a regular basis, and I can keep my chair by my desk & use it there. (Where it is now, there is not enough room. The chair can be stored there, but it's useless.) So far, I have made more room in here, but the heat and the lack of motivation has taken its toll. I am considering calling in back-up.

Well, it's bedtime. (I still need to call my boyfriend. Oops.)

Til next time!