It’s grey outside again. The past week was full of sun and before that I had told myself that I wasn’t yet ready for spring to come. I was having too much fun wearing stockings and scarves and pretty coats. But now…well now that I’ve got to hang out with Joe during this past long weekend, our time was spent lounging in the warm sun reading books and going on walks. I forgot how fun that can be. But the rain is back, I don’t know for how long, but I won’t be too upset to see it go. I don’t mind that it’s here either. I guess I like any sort of weather as long as it isn’t unbearably hot.

Here are a few things that I’ve been enjoying:

-chocolate chip oatmeal cookies- this song- this book- turkish coffee-my own coffee roaster- this other song- an old friend’s 9 month travel adventures 

Today Joe and I celebrate four years together. Four. long. years….hah! I kid! Really I feel cheated that I only get to tell everyone that we’ve been together for four years. It feels like we’ve been hanging out together for much longer. Despite my general whinyness, he’s put up with me like a champ. He’s always trying to make life easier for me when I really don’t deserve it. For example, I called him today in the middle of a nervous breakdown because I couldn’t for the life of me understand how to work my new film camera and couldn’t complete my photography class assignment. Today was my last day to complete the roll of film and what little light left was quickly fading away. It had been raining all week, making completing my assignment extra annoying. I don’t know why, but the combination of not being able to see if my pictures turned out and knowing that those snotty photography majors in my class will get to witness whether they turned out at the same time as me is just highly frustrating. If you knew me, you’d know when I get frustrated, I like to give up and avoid the trouble altogether. Well, Joe took off of work early and rushed home to explain to this frantic loon what the relationship of the F-stop and shutter speed were (can you believe that I really wasn’t that sure?) and supervised me while I took dorky pictures of whatever I could find that was nearest a window, like that lamp in the picture above. How can he put up with me? And how lucky am I to have him? Super duper lucky.    I love you, Monkey.