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It’s SUNNY OUTSIDE!

It really is.

Not the half-assed kind of sky one might call “partly sunny” or “partly cloudy” or “hazy” or any of the other thousand ways weather reporters describe the usual quality of bright days in Vancouver.

The sky is BLUE.

The sun is BIG AND YELLOW AND HARD TO LOOK AT.

The clouds are WISPY and INCONSEQUENTIAL.

And I?

Am happy with that.

What better day for a list of things I love?

I used to do them every single Friday, but as with all things at this here blog, I’ve fallen off that routine. I don’t do well with routines, actually. The idea of repetition (except with songs I like, because I can listen to a song thirty times in a row without blinking. Which hurts, actually… the not blinking. My eyelids make a funny sandpapery sound when I DO eventually blink, and I’m forced to rub Vaseline onto my corneas. But, I digress. Or ramble. Or something) isn’t all that appealing to me, for the most part.

But this? This should be a regular gig again, shouldn’t it? You want the love, don’t you? ADMIT IT. YOUR LIFE IS EMPTY WITHOUT THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I ATE A GOOD MUFFIN OR ENJOY A PARTICULAR BRAND OF LIP BALM OR HAVE YET ANOTHER PHOTO OF GRADON.

I thought so.

On with the show, then. Oh, and: feel free to write your own list in comments, or over on your own website. Link to it here so we can all check it out and learn about your loves!

THINGS I LOVE.

This guy:

I know, I know… I do go on about him, but to be quite honest, IT’S NICE TO HAVE SOMEONE WORTH GOING ON ABOUT. I spent much of my twenties pinning the tail on one too many donkeys (which sounds dirty now that I type it, but I didn’t mean it like that AT ALL), and to finally, at the ripe old age of 34, find a loving, bright, funny, giving, stylish man who thinks I’m beautiful even when I clearly look like a Donette with (short) arms and legs? Truly amazing. I love you, Gradon Tripp. I do.

Lying in the sunshine

This city, at sunset:

(Love you, Boston. Your people are loud, but your sports teams bring me great joy, you have terrific restaurants (though you can suck it, Sel de la Terre! Your service leaves much to be desired!), and your brownstones fill me with nesting instincts of the very best variety.)

Green grass beneath my toes
Pizza margherita
Ella Fitzgerald, always and forever
Al Green, always and forever
Manicures and pedicures (preferably with lengthy massages, and all kinds of violence done to my flippity floppity feet)
Fizzy vitamin C tablets
Watching sporting events live
Thrilling movies with zesty writing
Quad nonfat lattes
Tarte Blushing Bride Cheek Stain (don’t read into that)

My birthday necklace:

(My last birthday, the boy got me a dozen roses. This year, pricey, unique jewelry. Next year? A CONDO. Just kidding. I think.)

New music (even if it’s just new to me)
Freckles
Daily flip flop wear (OH YES. IT’S TIME TO RESTOCK THE HAVIANAS)
Lemonade flavour Vitamin Water
Peonies
Giant, chunky rings
Singing in the car with my parents
My guacamole (not yours)
My exceptional finger snapping abilities
Antihistamines (BLESS YOU. BLESS YOU. BLESS YOU. Which is also what people say to me when I forget to take them)
Tank tops that fit long and keep their shape, even as I torture them with my “womanly” hips (I wear them under everything. My hips, that is.)
Black kohl eyeliner and three coats of mascara
Sleeping in
When transit connections… connect
Herb gardens
Open houses
New kitchen gadgets of all kinds
Great conversations with brilliant, geeky people
Rare steaks with bernaise
Babies (also rare, with bernaise)
The promise of this and this one day, if I save and work many hours and stop kicking bunnies (or eating them rare, and with bernaise)
Gorgonzola (which sounds like a monster that might attack Tokyo)
Old school bubble gum
Gradon’s insistence on remarking “That’s what she said!” at inopportune times, which remains funny, even though everyone else does it, too
Spending the day with Ethan
Road trips (it’s been too long!)
Sushi of the very most raw variety
“Bob” in Monsters vs. Aliens
Sundresses
Jeans of a correct length
New beginnings
You.