Purple Rain, Paper Crane

Ah, Labor Day Weekend. Congratulations to the American worker for your economic achievements. It is because of your diligence that our country is in such great shape today. Wait a second. Did you just say that our country isn’t in such great shape today? North Korea who? DACA what? Harvey and Irma and our president is, well, Donald Trump?! I hope everyone was able to find a bit of peace and comfort over the weekend. All we can do is our best. I ate a raspberry-filled jelly donut and for roughly 37 seconds, nothing else mattered.

Harper went to a party on Saturday, which led Meredith to invite a friend out for dinner and exploring. We ended up at Mangia, where the girls ate bricks of spaghetti at a table for two. (Big glob of spaghetti baked into the shape of a brick. Life is magic.)

After dinner, we walked. As we walked, I started feeling nostalgic for the time Jeff and I lived in the city.

So much to see. So much to inspire thoughts and movements.
Stop profiling Muslims.

Also, you might stumble upon a litter of fresh root beer kegs.
Root Beer

We eventually made our way over to a record store. A record store that had ZERO copies of Loveless.
Vintage Vinyl is out of My Bloody Valentine.

While at the record store, Meredith’s friend bombed a display with a tiny paper crane. She tries to leave one everywhere she goes.
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I can’t remember the last time I felt an Amy Krouse Rosenthal Beckoning of Lovely-esque joy. All because of a paper crane.

(Watch the video. I wish we all lived the way AKR did.)

Paper Cranes. Fold 1,000 and a wish will come true.

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5 thoughts on “Purple Rain, Paper Crane”

  1. I have a ziplock bag full of crocheted hearts. I should get back to leaving them around. It was fun!

  2. I read Textbook Amy Krouse Rosenthal last week. I was reading on my phone though my battery was running low and when I swiped the last page, my phone shut off. It seemed like the kind of thing she would have liked.

    Oh, her Midterm Essay in that book.

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