I can’t stop listening to M.I.A.’s album Matangi. HOLY SHIT it is so good. I’ve had it on repeat for 2 weeks. At the end of September there is a documentary about M.I.A. coming out and I am going to be first in line at the theater. I adore her music and I can’t wait to learn more about her life.
I don’t know why this happens but occasionally I get obsessed with a new hobby. Right now it is bikes. Do I even have a good bike? No. I am thinking of buying a Specialized Diverge but OMG bikes are expensive! I’m also worried about my neck hurting on a road bike, but there is only one way to find out. I have to ride a bike. Is that going to be harder than looking at pictures of them on a computer? Probably. I’ve also been watching Erik Nohlin and Rita Jett’s progress on the North Cape 4000, a 4200 km bike journey from Italy to the Arctic Circle. It’s fascinating. I also watched the short documentary Length of Sweden about their 7-day 2100 km ride in Sweden, which was too short but so good. (I had to make an account on Vimeo to view it but it was easy to do and I could watch it through my Roku.) I don’t know how human bodies have that kind of endurance, it’s impressive.
I joined a weightlifting gym a month ago and I’m already feeling stronger. It’s not Crossfit but it is the kind of place where people lift kegs and sandbags and push sleds of weights. It’s so fun? I don’t even know who I am any more. I love it. My classes are women-only and it’s the best to have a bunch of strong ladies all together in that gym. I even like it at 6:30am and I don’t like anything at 6:30am.
Still reading romance? Yes. Fully. I also picked up a mystery this week for the Book Riot Read Harder Challenge, which I am still trying to complete. I owe you a review of the most recent Alyssa Cole book, A Duke by Default, which just…. Five stars. You really don’t need a review, just buy the book and read it and love it.
It’s almost the end of our first school-year summer! J was in art camps most of the summer and really burned out toward the end. She was not happy about having to go to camp day after day. And honestly I was not happy about sending her. I spent my summers growing up in mostly unstructured environments, playing in the creek behind our summer house where I stayed with my grandmother, playing with my cousins at their house, hiking, and playing kick-the-can or board games at night. The day camp scene is basically 12-month school. Don’t run! Don’t jump! Be there at 8:30 and leave at 5! Pay attention to the teacher! It’s the most guilt I have felt as a parent. Right now she is in camp at the same place where she goes after school during the year, which is the most amazing woman who takes 12 campers at a time at her house. They go on adventures on the city bus, they play outside, they walk to the neighborhood pool a few times a week. It’s pretty unstructured. Maybe next year she can do all summer at that camp.