Country Living

For the last two weeks I've been home visiting my family in Pennsylvania.
Which I am a fan of.
My parents live in the middle of no where Pennsylvania amidst mountains.
Apart from the obvious goodness of seeing my parents, and siblings who are still at home, it's also nice to be staying in the country amongsts mountains.
I live in Dallas which means not only do I live in a city where there are very few trees and even fewer hills but I also live in Texas, which is Texas.

Things in Pennsylvania are not the same as things in Dallas.
For example this type of thing does not happen in Dallas:

Once however, it did take me an hour to get home from whole foods down town because of stopped traffic.

I think that was because of construction though.

But who am I to say it wasn't because of cows.

Side note: Roger is my brother in laws dog. I should like to kidnap him except for I think Bra-in-law would notice. I actually took this video last time I was home over Christmas. 

Everything that is good about the world

A song to share for a baby wombat.

I saw the new Woody Allen film Midnight in Paris tonight and I really liked it.
It was just sweet and fun.

We went to see it at the  nice 'artsy' (as people say) movie theatre uptown, The Magnolia, which I love.
 And then afterwards we got rose and basil flavoured gelato and walked around the city that was full of lights in the trees talking and remembering our separate trips to Paris and all the things we love about Europe.

It was a very beautiful night and really a perfect way to spend a date with the BF.

And of course my BF I mean my Best Friend H.

Really H and I should be a couple.

We always have nice dates.

Art imitates life.

My sister Ellen sometimes says things like

"Jessie, if your life was tv I would watch it"

I don't really think my life is tv.

Except for some days when I wake up to a phone call from my friend Phil that says

"Jessie, come over for brunch, we're cooking elk meat"

So I go to Phil's apartment to find various boys sititng around in various stages of woken up and undress smoking and drinking beer eating elk meat.

"Do you want a beer" asks Phil
"Do you have coffee?" asks Jessie
"Well, I mean we are eating elk meat" says Phil

Plus the beer is on tap. So why not.

When asked where they got the elk meat Phil responds they just found it in their fridge.

This is my life sometimes, sitting in a kitchen eating elk meat and tap beer at 11:30 in the morning for brunch on a saturday with friends.

I'm not ashamed.

4th

We celebrated the 4th today with a party.
This is a big deal as we never have parties for real reasons.
Not like the 'Our Air-conditioning-is-fixed party' was not a huge success
or the Bloomsday party where no one had read Ulysses except for Will from downstairs who had written his thesis in college on it was not a delight.
But I think every now and then it's good to actually have a real reason for a party.
Which is of course why we're celebrating the liberation of South Sedan next week.