You really got a hold on me

This is not the most inspired blog entry, or it will not be, as I'm not really feelin it at the moment, but I am so flattered that my housemate sydney said that she reads this... and it was a really good day, so maybe there should be some record of this. for myself. and for you. if you'd like.

Last night was warm. It was wonderful. I saw Courtney and Nick and Nick shared some really fancy delicious scotch with me. Courtney took a sip and exclaimed, "oh my god, I just turned into an alcoholic. Making bad life choices." Well, you probably had to be there. That's always a sign of great storytelling, "you had to be there," no, you lack the imagination to say it with an interesting or fresh perspective. Anyway, I woke up, went to the co-op, saw some of the people I love the most standing outside (Grant! Graaaaaaaaaant! I screamed as I was walking towards him. And Ish. And Johnny.). I saw Sean stocking groceries on aisle 5. And Elizabeth, my old boss, sat and had her lunch break with me. I always feel slightly uncomfortable with my bosses, but that anxiety is gone now that I'm no longer employed there. Elizabeth and I might go hiking. It'll be be neat.

Then I took Caitlin out to lunch for her birthday. We ran into Lance as soon as we arrived at the Delta and the three of us sat enjoying the beautiful weather on the patio. I ordered two salads. for myself. Lance eventually left for a picnic in the arboretum.Enter Daniel, a lovely man. I went to greet him; he gave me a hug, picking me up (he's a tall gentleman), and then he joined Caitlin and me for the rest of our visit.

I had a perfect Davis day, and came home to my housemates hanging out in the sunshine, and my cat napping and then licking and biting my hand.

We are going project a movie onto the back wall of our house, and watch it in the backyard tonight.

Days like today make me so happy that another spring is here, and it really makes me nostalgic for days past and gone. I was talking to Caitlin and Daniel, and I was saying that whenever I have a day like this in Davis, I feel like I want to move back. Daniel pointed out that if I were there, I'd probably want to leave. It reminds me (I said this already) of how I used to feel when I would see a large body of water, like when we went camping at this man-made reservoir many times when I was younger. I would see the water and feel the desire to own it, or to become completely a part of it. I would want to drink it, to breath it, to be entirely submerged in it and to dissolve in it. Or I wanted to be able to scoop it all up and take it with me. Impossible!

That's how I think I feel about a lot of experiences in life. The good things, I want entire control and ownership. Is this true? I believe I did sum it up, that I try to remember that I can love a thing without having it entirely belong to me. So, like this day. It's wonderful and mine, but it'll be gone tomorrow. I might remember it, I might not. It'll probably become tangled with all of the good sunshiny days to come in this house, this year. The longer I stay here, the more confused the memories will become.

That's all. I'm feeling pretty good.