My semi-regular collection of things I’ve been into lately:
Blind Pilot, one of my favorite bands, has a new album coming out this summer! The first in five years, and NPR had a preview of one of the tracks. Joe and I danced to their “3 Rounds and a Sound” as our first wedding dance.
I’m still trying to rebuild my shoe collection since my feet grew, and I scored a major deal ($30!) in the fabulous Von Maur back room on these crazy comfortable Rockport peep toe pumps. (They have adidas technology in them.) I wore them two days in a row at a conference at the University of Iowa and they stood up to a bunch of walking.
If you’re looking for a good short story, I got goosebumps reading Lauren Groff’s “The Midnight Zone” in a recent issue of the New Yorker. Full-text, with audio of the author reading, online. An excerpt:
The wind rose again and it had personality; it was in a sharpish, meanish mood. It rubbed itself against the little cabin and played at the corners and broke sticks off the trees and tossed them at the roof so they jigged down like creatures with strange and scrabbling claws. The wind rustled its endless body against the door.
The story has this haunting image illustrating it, and when I went to read it and told Joe the title, he said Emmett had asked him to read him “The Midnight Zone,” and I broke out into a cold sweat, because I couldn’t remember telling him the title of the story. I probably did, but I made Joe get out of bed and make sure Emmett was still there because I was so spooked. I did not like Groff’s bestseller, “Fates & Furies” when I read it for book club, but did really like this.
We started yesterday with a few spins around the Heritage Carousel. Three bucks for a punch card worth seven kids rides is such a sweet little summer treat. I thought going to the park would wear the kids out and give me some good naps while Joe was busy with a work commitment. It. Did. Not.
Once the sweet beasts were finally in bed for the night, Joe and I watched some more of the Bloodline second season on Netflix. Kyle Chandler is such a babe-dad.
I’m thinking I should try out their Monday night ride sometime.