One of those weird Saturdays

I started my yesterday morning by sitting in the rain. Yep, just me, the plants, that oddly charming metal cat and my cup of coffee in that huge cow mug that says, "Eat Chicken." In the rain. I'd forgotten just how long it had been since it really rained here. I didn't even know that I missed it. It was nice. I wish missing in general was that easy and forgettable - where it's not a sharp sudden jolt of the elation at seeing The One You Miss breaking free from all the hurt of missing her, but rather just a nice little surprise.

I miss Hope. More than I've missed anyone in a long time. No regrets or worrying if she's ok. Just pure, unadulterated missing her.

She and her mom stopped by on the drive up Friday night to pick up some stuff and let Luna out of the cat carrier to run about and get a drink. She did more running about than drinking - cat in a new place, I guess. It was good to see Hope.

Then Bock and I watched a couple of movies. She went home after that, but I couldn't sleep, so I finished Why Girls are Weird.

One of these days, I'm going to learn how to do that nifty linking-to-text-in-some-alternate-universe-so-that-the-Only-Mildly-Interested-can-just-pick-up-the-highlights-and-then-merrily-scroll-along thing, because this would be one of them there links. Until then, you'll just have to scroll. I'll try to stay organized so it's easier to pick out what you want to read. And I'm teachable, btw, for you lj sages that would wanna learn me how to do that (and yes, One Who Always Corrects My Intentional Grammar Mistakes, I know that "learn" isn't the right verb to use there. Lighten up. It's just bad Southern humor).

Last entry about this book, I promise. Then I'll move on with my real life. I feel like a gushing fangirl (a concept which, of course, is so very foreign to me *snickers*) for talking about it so much. But I really loved it.

Oh, and I think I'm Anna K.

Let me clarify. I think I'm Anna Koval, the real life (well, as real life as a fictional character can be), not as exciting but ultimately more interesting person who created Anna K (I'll see your blank, deer-in-headlights stare and I'll raise you a *sigh* You still haven't read it, have you?). Anyway, this character and I - eerily similar. From the boy I'm sure I think about WAY more than he thinks about me and for whom I still have feelings (What? Anger and contempt are feelings. So is the slight-but-still-very-there urge to rip his clothes off and have my way with him every time I see him. But moving on....), to a degree in a field where pretty much all one can do with said degree is research and teach in that field, to faithful friends who take time to be kind and blunt enough to tell me when I'm being pathetic. And she talked about Toy Joy. I love Toy Joy (a toy store across the street from UT, pervos :) ). And she comments on Texas weather just as much as I do, hoping to instill a sense of its freakishness in whoever is around. And she wrote a love poem to coffee. Eerie, I tell you.

But I'm sure that everyone who has read the book can do the same thing, so I'll end this gushing now.

I had to go inside from the rain (see? Now we're back to real life, just as I promised) because it started raining harder and I needed to run errands before the torrential inland monsoon hit. Someone forgot to let the apartment people know that it was raining, so the sprinklers were on, too. It was kind of pretty, the way the sprinkler mist rose against the downpour. And I guess this means we're actually going to have green grass. In Texas. In August! For a couple of days anyway.