I had a really good Fourth. I love going to Minnesota - my mom's family is from there - and every time I come back I have the sort of reflective thought that I could live there at some point. My aunt and uncle's house is fantastic; they have a HUGE lawn framed by this gorgeous thick spread of trees, so it's perfectly balanced between civilization and wilderness. My aunt is also an avid gardener, and their back garden is lovely and peaceful. Also they get MASSES of interesting birds at their feeder, including a pileated woodpecker
who doesn't think he's too large for their feeder (but he really, really is) and lots of hummingbirds.
Point being, if I ever needed to restart my life, Minnesota/Minneapolis is on the list of places I would move to.
I finally made contact with the folks at Borders, and I'm going in on Thursday to fill out my paperwork and I'll start training next week. I've really been frustrated with the treatment I've gotten there so far - never once have they called me back when they've said they were going to. In every single case, they've given me a date by which I should expect to hear from them, and the dates go by three or four days before I lose patience and call them myself. And every time I get "No one called you? They should have called you three days ago!" No, no one called me back. That's why I'm calling. Because, you know, I'd REALLY LIKE to start making money. *headdesk*
My plan to read only books I've never read before this summer is so far a success. My next book is The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
by Murakami, which I recently found I was NOT the only person on the planet not to have read yet. It just felt like it sometimes
but that's because I talk to Sam about books when I shouldn't.
I'm looking forward to it, though.
You know what else I'm looking forward to? The continuation of summer movies.
The Ugly Truth
Julie and Julia
The Time Traveler's Wife
Final Destination 4
Because OF COURSE the world needed another Final Destination movie. IN THREE DEE YOU GUYS. That's almost as good as the Choose-Your-Own-Adventure flavor of the last one. Oh God, please let Hollywood continue to make idiotic sequels to stupid movies that obviously exist only for my personal entertainment. I would hate to think that filmmakers were starting to take themselves too seriously.