Time has a way of passing by much too quickly. Tomorrow is the last day of July, already. Ironically, the pressure to enjoy life becomes urgent as time passes more and more swiftly. The more we enjoy life, the quicker it slips away. The quicker it slips away, the more alarmed we become at its passing.
Amy's tiramisu is forming one layer at a time as I type. Tomorrow it will be plundered and be gone (if I have any say in the matter, anyway). So is life...
This summer has been fairly wet. Things seem greener than other years. It could be my much brighter outlook; I am more content now than I have ever been. Either way, the grass and trees are growing nicely.
August is almost fully planned, already. This Saturday we are having a party at our house; the following weekend is our family cabin weekend; the next is Rough & Tumble (nobody should miss the smoke and sweat of that event); then there is weddings and birthdays to contend with. January will be here until we can catch our breath. We are doing a Christmas show again this year, and rehearsal starts in September, along with small groups and the busy season at work.
All this makes me feel a little Powwaqatsi-ish.
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tiramisu? What's that? It's not in the dictionary.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiramisu
The recipe calls for rum; it tastes just fine without it.
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