I call it the "top knot." Do you know what I'm talking about? The way girls are putting their hair in a tiny little bun on top of their heads? I am stunned by it. Not in a pleasant way. I couldn't figure out where the style was coming from, but I realized yesterday that it is what women do when they are working out in the gym. It is the Rhonda Rousey look.
But every time I see it, I think of pinheads. I can't shake the images from my head. I guess I am imagining a mean pinhead, legions of them, scouring the earth.
Again, it is me, not them. I'll have to deal with it in my own way.
Yesterday was one of those quintessentially lazy days. Mimosas, lobster bisque, Caprese salad, back to bed, waking in the late afternoon to go shopping at the little hipster market, boiling crab legs and watching t.v., then bed. When we went to the market, we walked into the bread stall which was closing. The fellow asked Ili if she wanted a chocolate croissant for free. Now comes the embarrassing part. I don't know what made me do it, but I asked if I could have one, too. . . in a bag. I was like a kid.
But I just ate the croissant with coffee and am glad I did.
I will go away quite a bit this fall. Maybe Quebec City, though we will have to hurry if we are going to do that. Then NYC in October for Q's birthday fest. Thanksgiving in Cuba. And somewhere in there two road trips, one to North Carolina for the changing of the season, and one to New Orleans just because.
I know they won't all happen, but perhaps I will pull the trigger on one or two of them. It is something, anyway. The hope of travel.
Today, though, will pass like many Sundays. If you lived here now, you would be lazy, too. These are the murderous days when things go wrong, everyone waiting for the season to change. It will not change for a long time still except to get worse.
We wait for the rotting lushness of the long summer to end.
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