winter storm warning.
again.
it never snows here.
or, it didn't used to.


it's been snowing for the better part of a week now, and hasn't reached above freezing in just as long. this is the longest cold snap since 1990.

i've gone sledding.
thrown snowballs.
slipped on the ice.
drank cocoa.
almost gotten in countless car accidents.


and i'm ready for it to be over now.
but it looks like that wont be happening any time soon.

The Last Time

It was the perfect kind of morning.

Standing in the hot fog
of a shower that's lasting too long.

Dress quickly, in the dark.
Don't wake him, be quiet.
Lean in for the quick kiss goodbye,
on his sleeping head, then he'll lift the blankets
inviting you in. Half lay. Only for a moment.
Just long enough to feel him tense in reaction to
your wet hair on his warm half asleep chest.

No time for little spoons,
there's a whole world waiting

On the outside.

Brilliantly sunny, blinding you
as the light just began to reach over the buildings.

Cold, so much so that
any exposed skin ached.



And it was the last time.

That there would be notecards about geography
and course packs and everything you needed
for classes and hand-written final exams
filling your backpack
sloshing around next to your iced tea.
Caffeine for 8am trips to the library.

Houston, we have tickets.

Hallelujah.
We have purchased 3 tickets to Europe.

And some people said it wouldn't happen. Pshhhhh.

March 19th = PDX to Dublin
June 8th = Berlin to PDX

In between? Who knows.

Why one should not pass out on the couch at 10pm

Reason # 48593847593847598:

Meet Bella.

Sometimes I steal this kitten from across the hall.
She's a scrappy little thing.
And she has 6 toes on one foot.

*gulp*

124 days.

till we leave this place.

there has never been anything false about hope.

Progress.

Here's hoping for kept promises,
for healthy citizens,
for safe soldiers,
for everything to be okay one day.

Meet Sputnik.

On Wednesday, Tom and I drove down to Olympia and bought a dog.
7 weeks old.
3/4 Bernese Mountain Dog, 1/4 German Shepherd.
We named him Sputnik.

you win.

you always win.

our dollar, which art in heaven...

*sniff*
it was nice knowing you,
we'll really miss you.
maybe we'll meet again one day.
*sniff*




oh man.
hey! at least now we'll have awesome dustbowl/how i survived the great depression part deux stories to tell our grandchildren.

friends are good.

hannah: it could be worse probably

saba: it could definitely be way worse
you know, dear hannah
life is hard.
to make it any harder on yourself,
that's just unfair.
you have done a good job staying alive and being relatively independent (or well on your way towards independence) thus far

hannah: well thank you mr. saba

saba: so you should congratulate yourself.

hannah: with champagne?!

saba: yes!

hannah: huzzah!

saba: you should just love on yourself for a while.

I'll still love you, tomorrow.