It's really not that profound, is it? The book, which I think is safe to say is the "it" book right now, is full of these little quips that beg to be mulled over. I recommend it. If you need more cajoling, it will probably only take a couple of days to read. If you're like me and made a slightly out of reach goal book reading goal this year on Goodreads, (a book a week), then you'll appreciate a book you can read in one day. Hereby ends my book review.
But I've been long compiling a list of things that make me know, if I should ever doubt it, that I am growing up. Or, perhaps, that I am a grown up. Keep in mind that in seventh grade, Real Simple was my favorite magazine, so I'm not sure I had a terribly long way to go.
The list is short: I actually like talking to my neighbors and find excuses to do so (this may speak to our awesome neighbors more than my maturity); I am divorced; I look forward to working in the garden; I don't wear shirts with holes in them (okay, okay, two or more holes); I like to listen to music without words.
And this week, I'm adding something--I will be attending the Friends of Manito Plant Sale this Saturday from 9-4. Doesn't this seem like an incredibly grown up thing to do? Plus, I do consider myself a friend of Manito, albeit unofficially. I'm hoping to score a few drought-resistant plants because I'm stressing about the fact our sprinklers are watering some seriously patchy grass speckled with moss.
Here are a couple pictures from the Gaiser Conservatory, which is around where the plant sale will be held. Maybe I'll see you there?
“But now it seems possible that the truth about getting older is that there are fewer and fewer things to make fun of until finally there is nothing you are sure you will never be.” Jennifer Offill in Dept. of Speculation