What? Not Butter?

Months ago I got in contact with a writer who has a book coming out on September first. She lives in Brooklyn, so I asked if she would like to come on the show, and she said yes but perhaps closer to her publishing date so that we could promote the book. Sensible enough, so I made a note to get in touch with her closer to then.

She emailed me today asking if we could set something up, and my first thought was “Wow! She plans in advance for sure!” but then I realized that it’s not so far off that summer will be ending, the leaves will be turning, and I’ll be leaving my flimsy skirts behind and folding myself into sweaters when I go outside. Never has a summer flown by so fast.

It’s been a hell of a summer, too, with the move to an area of Brooklyn that’s filled with a lot of people “just like us”. Even Stu! noticed it getting off the subway for the first time: “You belong here!” she said, and I agree. I imagine it’s like what Jews feel going to Israel for the first time, or Mormons to Salt Lake City, or Evangelicals to the Bible belt. No one’s looking at me weird for taking recycling seriously or buying organic, local produce. Live indie rock is performed within walking distance, and coffee shops are full of people in faded tee shirts, tapping away at their Mac Books. Even “beer on tap”, my preferred “cocktail” is the drink of choice. The summer weather has made all this so accessible, and I feel cozy and at home here. I know it’s only temporary; the cold weather will come, and, eventually, we will move, but for now I want to sop it all up like I have crusty Italian bread and really expensive olive oil, you know, the kind that come with whole sprigs of rosemary in? I love it, but I am forever steeling myself for the day that circumstances will take away my crusty bread and give me the stale stuff and all I have to put on it is “I can’t believe it’s not butter” (have I taken this metaphor too far? Probably.), which Jen once told me they call it “What? Not Butter?” in Europe.

Speaking of Jen, and life changing: she’s due to give birth to her first baby today, although current facebook stalking has reported no eminent labor signs.

I’ve been excited for this baby for over a decade.

Kiddo, you have no idea how loved you already are.

Life slides forward so fast, and today, I am dazzled by it.