Summer Days, Drifting Away

It has been a great summer. The New Viking and I have been spending most weekends in Palm Springs, where he has a house courtesy of friends who flee the summer heat for a few months, and we're heading to Santa Fe tomorrow for a quick getaway. I'm already salivating at the prospect of floods of tequila and a spa day.

We'll continue to head to the desert on August weekends, and I'm sure I'll then start spending most September weekends at the beach here in town. But my busy time at work actually begins this coming Monday, so it feels like the end of summer. I know that seems strange, since I'll be spending plenty of 110+ degree days to come splashing about, either in the pool or the ocean, but I feel like summer is slipping through my fingers.

I'll get over it. As much as I love summer, fall is my favorite season here and I'll definitely be ready to spend weekends in town for a change. I do miss seeing my friends here, and I worry that they'll forget I exist.

I Want This Too

I love this collapsing bookcase, which is particularly significant to me since I'm in the process of moving my stuff into the New Viking's house. And I have A LOT of books. Since I don't actually have to move out of my apartment until the end of October, it has been a somewhat leisurely process. I'm trying to move at least one box of stuff every week, a feat made somewhat easier than one might think since I never fully unpacked when I moved last fall. I didn't have a place to put all of my books or kitchen stuff anyway, so it's not like I was just being lazy. So my giant closets are gradually being emptied out.

That said, my boxes are so far basically moving from my closets to the NV's garage, since I still need a bookcase to put them in. I've picked out a decent looking Ikea piece (we're making his bottom floor room into my "library" so it doesn't need to be fancy), but the closest Ikea never seems to have it in stock. Rats.