What if a much of a which of a wind...

Isn't it strange how you start to miss something just all of a sudden sometimes? I mean, you didn't miss it five minutes ago, or even thirty seconds ago...but then BAM, it hits you like a ton of bricks. And you feel lonely for that something, and you wonder why you haven't been doing it or seeing it or practicing it every day for the past however long, and you know that your life wouldn't actually be complete unless you did it or saw it or practiced right then, and from now on? I wonder where that feeling comes from. Is it a reminder from Heavenly Father of things that are important for us? Or maybe it's just our souls reaching out for what we really need...

Just now, I was sitting at my computer for the first time in a while, and listening to the TV in the background. Then, all of a sudden I was absolutely sick of the TV. I turned it off and tried the radio. It didn't work either. I flipped that off to. Then I turned on my classical music from my computer. Goldilocks. It was just right. I guess I haven't turned on my classical since I got out of school. I usually turn it on when I'm writing papers or reading some important looking textbook. So I guess my brain wanted to retreat back to that mindset. It's not a bad one to have.

I tried to go up to Tony Grove today (which, incidentally is not Tony's Grove, like everybody has said. There's no "s".) Here's a picture from the bottom of the hill.

I love all the yellow flowers.

You drive up this winding mountain road, and it's really quite beautiful. I was looking forward to a calm little sit by the lake. Unfortunately, it started raining when I was 2/3 of the way up the mountain. I sat in my car for a while in the parking lot adjacent to the lake, watching the rain pound on my windshield and hoping it would die down a bit, but it didn't. I guess I'll have to save my lake trip for another time. It was beautiful while it lasted.

I think that's one of the things that I love best about Logan. It's really close to a lot of hikes and walks and such. Here's another from Green Canyon, literally a five minute drive from my apartment:


If anyone needs a nice little walk, let me know. We have a bunch up here. It's one of the things on my list of things not-to-ever-forget-to-do.

Laziness to the Power of 10...or so it seems

Did you know camels' humps aren't actually full of water? I know I've heard that before, but I must've forgotten, because it surprised me when I read it. It's actually stored up fat. Interesting.

So, I just finished reading "The Lightning Thief," by Rick Riordan. It's absolutely excellent. It's like Harry Potter meets Hercules, with a little bit of Edith Hamilton's Mythology sprinkled throughout. If you ever wanted to learn more about mythology and never wanted to take the time to do it, here's your chance. I'm going to go and get the second book as soon as I can. As soon as I get paid. And I thought Riordan reasoned the whole "God vs. gods" issue very well, and in only just a few sentences.

I wish I had more to write, but right now my life is pretty much consumed with cleaning in the afternoon/night, and wiling my mornings away looking up random information that may be useful to me someday (yes, including the camel tidbit. You never know when you might find yourself stranded in the middle of a desert with a camel), reading children's books (though, I really should pick up Ben Hur and finish it...) and going to the pool. I try to slip in more productive things sometimes as well. Like studying Spanish and Conflict Resolution and Therapy and other stuff that I'll probably forget just as soon as my internship starts in August. Although, I must say that my storage unit is so totally organized. I have little "Hello my name is ____" tags above all the piles indicating what I might possibly find in that area. It destroys the illusion of surprise, when you go through your junk and find something you love and think "Hey! I forgot I had this! I forgot how much I LOVE it!"; but it also helps lessen the frustration when you're looking for your sleeping bag to go camping that night and it's buried beneath boxes of books, kitchen supplies you don't currently need because your three roommates already have one each, and those family pictures you're supposed to be scanning. No More!! Now it has a handy "Hello, my name is Outdoors" sticker right above it. =]