It's been hot in Michigan. And muggy. And we live near Lake Michigan, which is supposed to cool us off. But, it's still too darn hot to do most things - and one of those things for me seems to be writing.
What I want to do is take my notebooks and laptop out onto the deck and sit under the umbrella and gaze into our leafy green back yard and compose pithy prose while sipping iced tea.
But instead I'm stuck inside, a captive of air conditioning and staring at the same four walls I look at when it's winter and I'm longing for summer and complaining about ice!
In a couple of weeks we leave for a vacation in Santa Fe. It's a place we've never been to before, so each day will present new adventures and new things to write about. And, because we are renting a house with a kitchen, I'm planning to hit up the farmer's market and turn out a pie with a southwestern flair.
Of course, I also plan to write. Perhaps a piece for each day we are gone - perhaps a piece about pie!
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