Smoothie Making Season

Thus begins smoothie-making season: aka the time of the year when I start sweating all through work, and come home to a house that has no air conditioning and a broken swamp-cooler. Who would have thought that the skills I learned at Jamba Juice would one day come back and save my life?
On the other hand, the heat helped my fingers move more freely tonight for an hour of blissful violin playing. The neighbors had their door open while watching sports. There was a group of four guys in my kitchen playing D&D amiss the noise of the fan. No one could hear me, therefore, my playing was fantastic. Cause, you know, we all play amazingly when no one is listening, right? We're all secretly virtuoso players.
Recently I've been thinking about California. I saw some ducklings by the bell tower the other day, and I thought of how many more ducklings there would be back in the Shores, and, how many more goslings there would be, small and awkward and grey, with their mothers hissing at you and/or stopping traffic and being generally obnoxious so you really can't enjoy their cute babies. But I love them. Then I decided my car air filter smelled like the Caltrain. (is that good or bad...?)
I guess I write about the seasons a lot >_< I love it though. I know it's so hippie of me, but I really just want to be in tune with nature. Wake up when the sun comes up, go to bed a few hours after it goes down. Be outside, take naps outside, read and write under a tree, something like that. Something. Where is my tree, now?