I am sorting through my closet and stacking things to be cast away.  These days I mostly wear cutoffs and tee shirts in various states of decay and sandals.  I have grown tired of looking at vintage-y things in my closet, which now seem a ridiculous relic from a life no longer lived.  So many things appropriate in California have no use in other parts of the world.

The other day it was very hot.  I rode my bike to the beach and waded into the water about knee deep.  It was cold and eerily still, the bottom hard with ridges put there by an invisible current.  Lake swimming just isn’t exciting to me.

My houseplants never do very well, herbs in particular.  But I recently came into possession of a mint plant that is truly flourishing on my kitchen windowsill.  If it makes it through winter next summer might find me with many mint flavored cocktails.