It's 107 degrees today... in the shade.

To pass the time, beat the heat, and generally enjoy ourselves, ^Battledress and I are experimenting with the good-bye gift bottle of Domaine de Canton ginger liqueur I recently bestowed upon her.

In the last hour, we've come up with a drink called Turkish Delight, combining

one part Domaine de Canton
one part Henry Winehard's gourmet Vanilla Cream soda
and rose water to taste (we added about 1/4 teaspoon)

into pure, gingery-vanilla-y-rose-y deliciousness. Lisa came up with the ingredient combination, I supplied the cream soda and the name.

and

Bouncy-Balls, a concoction of hot sake and Domaine de Canton-soaked boba (bubble tea tapioca balls). We decided to have a little fun with it and use confetti boba, so the bottom of our drink resembles a children's ball pit. It's fun and very tasty.


I don't know where my summer went. It's like I blinked in early July and boom - it's time to go back to school.
This is always a really hard time for me. My heart has been in Southern California since I met my boyfriend in January 2007, and leaving is rough. I've built a home and a little family of close friends here, and it's all I can do to tear myself away.

I'm also terrified of flying, which doesn't help anything. You'd think I would have gotten over that a while ago, since I fly between 45 and 50 thousand miles a year, but it doesn't ever seem to get any easier.

With every hour that passes by, my heart grows a little heavier.
Having boba to chew on (I'd never had them before today, and I'm delighted to report that they're like little superballs for the teeth) and people I love to spend time with helps, but it's still hard. I've done my best to make the most of the time I have left, but it's hard for me to live in the moment when I know how sad and lonely I'll be in such a short time period.

I knew the day had to come, and I always do. Doesn't seem to make it any easier to bear when the day comes around.
I always want just a little more time: one more week turns to one more day turns to one more hour, and at the very end I find myself wanting just one more minute to pretend like I never have to leave.

My peanut gallery is distracting me by giving me crap about the journal-novel I'm writing and making obscene figures out of rubber bands. It's time for me to go pay attention to them again.