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Why did I not bring snacks with me?? I am ravenous but also this has been a very good day otherwise so I will suck it up about this minor tactical error.

The BEST girl

Nothing like a crazy thunderstorm storm with high winds to have you running to shut every umbrella and grab every towel you had hanging outside and rescue the wireless speaker before it all erupts. I was in such a happy food and drink, stupor ten minutes ago and now my heart is racing from all the cardio. Ugh, all the poor dogs who hate thunderstorms and fireworks. This is a double whammy. Thankfully, my two dogs are unbothered, but I think about all those nervous dogs out there at times like this. And my son just went to grad party, which I doubt was meant to be indoors. I hope they can still have their party. We’re probably going to have the same problem next weekend when we have his festivities. This reminds me, I better clean the inside of the house too because we might have to move things inside for that too. Summer storms are always this way.

unexpectedphilosophy

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in honor of america's 250th birthday approaching, here's your friendly reminder that this poem by emma lazarus (a jewish-american woman) is on a plaque attached to the statue of liberty:

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

#maybe there’s still hope

Korean bo ssam and rocket pops

#murica

huariqueje

Strawberries - John Thorgren

Swedish , 1918-2000

Colour lithograph , 56 x 79 cm. Ed. 105/310.

I’ve been wanting to post all day but it’s been such a doozy of a day and week. The heat makes everything feel so much more intense and exhausting. Today was day two of my new part-time job because I cannot have a broke summer. So far it’s been intense but also extremely rewarding. I’m caring for a 92 year old woman in her home. She’s very self-sufficient, but also has dementia, and has a rotation of caregivers who come in 5-ish hour shifts including her daughter who manages her care. It’s been such an amazing learning experience and it’s also been so nice getting to know her. I’ve been reading up on how best to talk to her, distract her when she needs it and keep her entertained and safe. I also help care for her beloved dog. He’s an absolute sweetheart although he did nip me today but that was totally my fault. She lives about four minutes away which is amazing because it was a million degrees and I still had time to take a quick shower after doing ALL the chores at my house (Mr. Interrupted is sick and the kids are working) before rushing over for my shift at 2:30. There have been a few challenges but so far she loves me and her dog, and I love that she watches MSBC or CNN instead of Fox (I didn’t even know that was possible) and has an awesome old school Brooklyn accent. When she lets me care for her and I can get her settled in the evening I feel so good that she is content and safe. When she doesn’t understand why she needs to have anyone around in her home where she’s lived on her own for a long time I honestly have a hard time arguing with her and just try to convince her to keep me around for the companionship. I mean, she’s not wrong but also she does need some looking after. I have cried with her both days I’ve worked so far because one thing about me is I’m a crier and also I am empathetic to a fault. If you ever need someone to have a good cry with I’m your gal.

On Wednesday my houseguest went back to Rome. I think we showed her a good time over the last three weeks and I’m exhausted from that but also I was sad to see her go.

We are having a few friends (not mine but the girl’s) for Fourth of July tomorrow and I’m cold curing my Momofuku Bo Ssam as I type this. I think I have almost everything I need. Have to run out for some lettuce and kimchi in the morning though. I love a Fourth where no one needs to man the grill. I also really wanted to make Nam Van which is the most delicious Laotian cold “soupy” fruit salad that I discovered at a family event in Georgia last year and am obsessed with. A concoction sort of in the vein of Filipino halo halo. Maybe I should save it for next week’s grad party instead though. For tomorrow, I may just serve some watermelon and brown butter Rice Krispy treats instead.

I know the news has reported on it but I simply can’t wrap my head around the fact that Taylor Swift got married in MSG. It makes no sense. I won’t believe it’s real until I see actual photo proof. Nothing seems less romantic than MSG. What does a wedding there even look like?

queensinchains

THE SHEEP DETECTIVES (2026) dir. Kyle Balda

#I need to see this

Love Island movie night should be against the Geneva Convention. That was a sick psychological experiment.

achillesinhighheels

#bymyselfmaxxing

peoplematchingartworks

#peoplematchingartworks #nefertiti #neues museum #stefandraschan

We’re keeping our outdoor time at a minimum due to the heatwave. Martha was very agitated poolside last night and now I have to keep a close eye on what she does outside and how long she stays out.

Martha: (at some unseen enemy she’s spotted from the backdoor) Bork bork bork!

Me: You need to go out there or are you just talking shit? (Holds door open)

Martha: (extra loud now that there’s no glass between her and her enemy) Bork!

Me: Glad that’s settled. Now step back inside.