Memory-a-Day in August

Wednesday, August 1st: Listening to Amos Lee live in KBCO Studio C and wondering how he always sounds so good.

Thursday, August 2nd: Hooking a piece of rigatoni with my fork as I sat outside, eating dinner with my sister and Joey.

Friday, August 3rd: Waking up and reading on the couch for 10 minutes instead of just jumping right into the shower.

Saturday, August 4th: Giving a negative assessment of everything we’d ordered for lunch before I’d even tasted any of it, then being so so wrong about it all.

Sunday, August 5th: Feeling like the morning had been so long in a truly good and productive but not rushed way.

Monday, August 6th: Eating breakfast alone on our porch swing, putting my phone down, and realizing how quiet and calm it felt.

Tuesday, August 7th: Looking up at the scoreboard during a Rockies game I was barely paying attention to to find we were losing 10-0!

Wednesday, August 8th: Sipping an iced latte that tasted like Cheerio milk, in a very good way.

Thursday, August 9th: Realizing I’d left my phone on the kitchen counter and admittedly feeling slightly panicky about it.

Friday, August 10th: Feeling extremely bored as one of three people in the office on a Friday.

Saturday, August 11th: Giving my mama a real big hug before leaving her office.

Sunday, August 12th: Doing okay keeping score for Joey while he grabbed something to eat at the Rockies game.Β  “It’s a K or a backwards K, but which is which??”

Monday, August 13th: Sharing a spoon with Joey because he dropped his on the Colfax sidewalk after we got ice cream.

Tuesday, August 14th: Groaning when I realized I was still 150 pages away from a book that just wasn’t doing it for me.

Wednesday, August 15th: Feeling the urge to tear out a lot of things in our garden, but settling for just trashing our mostly dead snap peas.

Thursday, August 16th: Reading an article about the new Alon Shaya restaurant opening in Denver and how it’s 70% female-staffed!

Friday, August 17th: Listening to Queen Aretha in my office.

Saturday, August 18th: Freeing a bee from our pre-packaged container of baby spinach.

Sunday, August 19th: Walking up to Civic Center Park and feeling so happy to be spending a Sunday afternoon with Joey.

Monday, August 20th: Burning my tongue on some piping hot coffee.

Tuesday, August 21st: Feeling so so indecisive about whether to have leftovers or curry takeout for dinner.

Wednesday, August 22nd: Taking off my shoe to shoo away a bee while I ate dinner by myself in the backyard.

Thursday, August 23rd: Being shocked that I ran an 8:47 third mile despite how tired and slow I felt.

Friday, August 24th: Leaving my notebook at the office for the weekend and thinking it might be okay to live without a list for once.

Saturday, August 25th: Feeling that buzz of excitement as we sat in a movie theater and saw previews for things coming out this fall/winter.

Sunday, August 26th: Having the energy/motivation/time to clean a few places in our house and feeling really happy about it.

Monday, August 27th: Waking up in the middle of the night and realizing I’d slept in my contacts!

Tuesday, August 28th: Feeling sad that no one else in my book club loved the book as much as I did.

Wednesday, August 29th: Feeling that genuine buzz of excitement about going on vacation.

Thursday, August 30th: Holding tight to Joey’s arm as we got on our first ride of the day at Disneyland!

Friday, August 31st: Watching, with terror, as a giant beetle repeatedly tried to fly into the restaurant we were having lunch in.