Currently blogging to you from Elissa's couch in St. Augusta, Minnesota! Cache, Elissa and Aaron B.'s dog, is laying on the carpet in front of me making a huge mess chewing up his rope/tire toy, and I have a view of the deck and bird feeder outside from where I sit. I am in love with their deck, despite the fact that I have not spent much time on it. I can just envision myself sitting on the deck on a comfy chair to drink some sort of hot liquid and read a book every morning. Of course, I have not done so, but I could very much envision myself doing so....

On that note--why are drinking hot liquids considered such a posh, grown-up thing to do? I see people my age hanging out at coffeehouses all the time, sipping an indescript hot liquid from a cardboard cup that closely resembles a baby's sippy cup, and then either tapping away on a laptop or reading a book, and looking very satisfied with their lives, and how they turned out.
This makes me wonder if Aaron's strong aversion to hot liquids of any kind (though he will lift his ban occasionally for tomato basil soup from Le Madeleine) is connected to his equally strong aversion to "growing up."
His theory is that people grow up and turn into stodgy adults by first pretending to be an adult, until they forget how it was before they started pretending. So we keep ourselves young by letting ourselves do what we feel like, when we feel like, as much as possible. And I defend Aaron's right to wear his pants at whatever level he chooses, and his right to let his beard get as long as he wants it to on the weekends to his mother, who I sometimes think, wishes she had Bill Gates as a son...with or without the money, she just wants the sweater vests and pants at belly button level.

Signing out--I am off to rot my brain by reading Cosmo magazine, which I bought yesterday at the grocery store on impulse.