Relaxation

My mom was supposed to teach me to sew yesterday, but when we went downstairs, we began talking about the basement layout instead. This turned into an all-day project, reorganizing furniture and demantling and reassembling the desk. It looks better, and was sorta fun. The theme of this vacation, apparently, is that new houses can be a really enjoyable experience.

Here I am, for example, in New Mexico, staying at the house of the boyfriend of my best friend from high school. He bought the place, and that makes me sort of sick because he's my age and has a house that comes equipped with two adorable Huskies. They are literally the sweetest balls of fur on Earth... all soft squishiness and snuggledom.

So THAT'S the second part of the trip: dogs. In my dog-starved normal life, petting a canine is an event. Here in the States, it's the norm. And a beautiful one at that.

I've decided to extend my trip by a few days. It seemed too short, anyway, and my mom still has to teach me to sew. I discovered the shit ton of various gluten-free flours available at Whole Foods, and I have already baked some convincing chocolate chip cookies - but I need to try some other recipes. The sweater I am knitting is half-finished, so I need some more hours in front of the television with my yarn. These are the things on my agenda for the upcoming week.

When I go back to Paris, I will have to whip out the 100-page thesis I have yet to begin writing. Can you blame me for wanting to stay on this side of the ocean a little longer?