Time for a little Spring/Summer moment of gratitude, I think. The past couple weeks have been fairly stellar - lots of new things happening and I can stand to be outside for longer than 15 minutes at a time. That alone is reason enough to give thanks to the universe.
1. The M15 Bus.
Yes, I realize I've lived in the same apartment, with the same public transportation options, for 2 years. Of course, as I am about to leave said apartment, I discover the true joy of the M15 Select Bus, which runs up First Avenue. Now that it's consistently beautiful outside, I never want to take the subway, which served as a shelter (albeit a dirty one, more often than not reeking of something I couldn't and didn't want to identify) from the cold in the winter.
Anyway, I want to see the trees, sun, and the wonders of the East River on my commute home. Not the dank, barely lit confines of the R train. So, thanks, M15 bus - for at least another week. Then, it's on to the M4.
2. Emily Giffin.
I'm the first to admit that I'm a complete and utter snob when it comes to books. If a book is widely commercially popular (The Kite Runner, Water for Elephants, The DaVinci Code), I will not read it. I'm not proud. It's just the way I am. This sentiment is times two for the shudder-inducing literary genre known as "chick lit." Books like "Sex and the City" and "Bridget Jones's Diary" were awesome and groundbreaking, but spawned a new generation of books that ultimately did a huge disservice to women writers and readers, in my opinion (insert Barnard joke here).
Anyway, my point - all of these sentiments kept me far, far away from Emily Giffin - writer of Something Borrowed, Something Blue, etc. However, people kept recommending them to me, saying the books were actually smart. Yes, they were fun, somewhat superficial reads, but not the kind of disconnected fluff found in typical "chick lit." So, after reading several offerings of straight literary fiction (Swamplandia!, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, Both Ways is the Only Way I Want It), I decided to take the plunge. I wanted something fun, a little mindless, and compulsively readable. Which is exactly what I got. These books have kind of taken over my life. They're like candy. Candy that kept me up until 2 am last night.
3. My Mom.
Because she is a wizard of interior decoration and has helped turn my miniscule new apartment into something not just livable, but adorable. Plus, she's driving all my new furniture to the city and helping me move in. And she just sent me cute shoes in the mail. Thanks, Mom!
4. Memorial Day Weekend.
No explanation needed.
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