Slow.

No one wants to eat the leftover bagels. I don’t blame them. I blame the teenagers who made these bagels.

Redesign. The thing is that I know I’m going to drop in numbers again but I still need to do it.

Sweat.

He asks me why we have to have people over again. “Because this is what we do! We like to host people! So you have to clean your room!” I tickle him until he gives in.

He comes up to my eyebrows now. He will be as tall as me by the end of summer. I have no doubt.

It’s a bad sign when all of the carts are gone.

I’m worried that there are not enough peaches. No cast iron this time.

“Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It’s okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.” - "The Shared Patio,” Miranda July

I tell them how fortunate they are to have had dinner with two winemakers in two weeks. Last week, Mr. Sean and this week Mr. Santiago. I kind of can’t believe it myself.