So, supposedly summer has arrived in Seattle. That is, if you can call 65 and sunny "summer." It wouldn't be so bad, I guess if 1) last summer wasn't so perfect, and 2) if this didn't make me miss life in Hawaii so damn much. Oh, the 80 degrees, wearing a swimsuit every day (just in case you have an hour to spare on the beach), the constantly being outside. I'm missing all of it like crazy lately.
To be fair, it is breaking 70 here... occasionally. Maybe twice a week. Maybe. But it's July. I had to have soup yesterday to warm up at work. No joke.
In other news, I'm still loving PATH. Its just been such a good experience. And while I realize that the bar was super low after working in Hell, I still couldn't be happier with how its gone so far. Hard to believe its been almost 2 years. The remnants of working with Mr. and Mrs. Crazy are almost gone: most of the hair has grown back, no sign of hives since, haven't had a bloody nose in 18 months, and I'm sleeping a solid 8 hours on a regular basis. It remains to be by far the most abusive situation I've ever been in (which, I guess is a good thing, when I look at it that way!).
I'm headed to Westport this weekend to camp with Team Klaja. I'm super excited, as Kaimana can attest to. After saying how excited I was a couple of times (okay maybe more than a couple) last night, he started saying "Auntie Yaya excited!" Pretty much made me melt.
Speaking of which - I better go change laundry and continue packing. Tomorrow is supposed to be one of those 70+ days and in order to take advantage of its rarity - we're headed to Golden Gardens in the evening, so I'll have no time to pack.
I'm hoping to get back into the habit of writing more, so we'll see.....
