I hope that piece of pepper wasn't in my teeth all day.

Because I'm a girl who passes out a lot of smiles.

Randomly, to cars driving by and mysterious forest cyclists (on a bike in the forest! You puzzle me, mysterious forest cyclist!) , to elderly men carrying giant planks of driftwood along the beach, to cats, to dogs, to giant bodies of water when I walk over the last sandy hill and make it to the ocean shore.

There is this walk right by our house that winds around a huge bog, through a road canopied with trees, past a little cemetery right onto the beach and I took a long walk around it today while listening to Agatha Christie's "Death On the Nile" on audio. I love those audio books. I think it has a lot to do with how Hercule Poirot says his name. Like, that is adorable. You're adorable, Hercule Poirot.

There have been a bevy of walks these past few days. Monday was uncharacteristically warm and sunny, so Melissa and I spent the majority of it outside. I went back to the little lake outside of Old Masset and lay in the grass by the bank reading High Fidelity, a copy of it which I bought in between drowning my sugar cravings in a giant Milky Way Latte at Dress for Less last Sunday.

After that me, Max and Melissa took the bog walk down to Cemetery Beach, stumbled across Phil and Keeper and then walked along the beach during low tide. The scenery around here is retarded.

And by "retarded" I mean, awesome. I mean so awesome it's almost mentally retarded. ... It makes sense if you think about it hard.

Labels: Nayture