A Thousand Tiny Things
I took the boys to a festival at the park today. One of the tents had an inflatable pool filled with water beads. They played there for almost an hour, digging through the beads with colanders to find the plastic fish hidden inside.
I wore suntan lotion but still got a bad burn.
In the evening I left the kids at home and drove to Barnes & Noble. I couldn't find any books I couldn't live without, but I listened to David Sedaris's journals on the way there and back.
His writing style is so different than mine. He rarely uses metaphor; he just documents interesting details from his daily life. He has such an incredible knack for character and dialog. If Sedaris was writing these daily blog posts he'd certainly arrive with half a dozen overheard conversations that contain full stories in and of themselves.
Maybe I should start carrying a little notebook in my back pocket.