By: Gabriela Yareliz
It was unseasonably warm this week. Please, we do not want to regress into summer. I sweat more than I care to admit, this week. Ever had those moments where you are like, is it my period or sweat that I feel soaking through my pants? (And given my track record— it could be either— or both! Ha!).
We went to a cool Italian culture festival and saw old cars and heard an Italian man sing old classics. His sidekick with the accordion looked like Bearclaw from New Girl. It was very nice. I remember that day, the temperature dropped like twenty degrees while we were there. It was much chillier as we were leaving. I looked across a terrace where some people were eating, and a woman had zipped up her vest with her arms tucked inside. She was cold and was ok if she couldn’t reach for her spoon. Now, we are praying the temperature drops 20F.
Despite it returning to being warm, I ventured into soup territory and made a broccoli carrot soup from Jennifer Fischer’s cookbook (which is very cool by the way).
I spent a lot of time reading and trying to catch up on my reading goal for the year. I dug up old Kindle books I was almost done with and decided I should finally finish some of these (or at least try). Tying up loose ends between the years. As I was reading this month’s almanac chapter, it dawned on me that there are two months left in the year. How did this happen? How did we get here? It’s wild.
I saw a countdown for how many Sundays are left before Christmas. I really need to start my scouting for gifts.
Dancing With the Stars continues to be a fascination. Very much rooting for Ezra or Maura. This past week— everyone was pretty fantastic, though. It’s almost November, which means it’s almost time for St. Denis Medical to return! Exciting.
As I sweat through another week (including today), here are the things that caught my eye and attention:
“Resilience without boundaries can quietly become self-punishment. I had always believed pushing through was strength.
That if you could endure, you were strong. That stopping meant failing. Now, I was beginning to understand that real strength required a willingness to recalibrate and adjust before something inside you breaks.” Dorit Kemsley
“I only know I must not cling to the thing I would hold fast.” Abbie Graham
“At this size, unless your breasts are made of stone, going braless is not really a whimsical French-girl option. They jiggle. They move. They have their own life. I have never known the joy of not wearing a bra.” Garance Doré (I felt this!)
“El tiempo pone a cada uno en su sitio, pero si vas mandando a la mierda a algunos, pues adelantas camino.” Fernando Fernán Gómez
“Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain’t no free rides, baby. No hitchhiking. And if you want to strike out in any new direction—you go alone. With a machete in your hand and the fear of God in your heart.” Ursula K. Le Guin
“You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?” Anne Carson
“You’ve got to learn how to tolerate discomfort or you’ll have no chance.” Tracy Tutor
Best podcast interviews of the week:
This magical moment in Panthers history (uploaded 21 hours ago because this is fre$h)
This week’s song because I am still in an italianisimo mood:
