(sigh)
right now in michigan we are experiencing a rather long bout of what i like to call sweatshirt weather. sweatshirt weather is different from just cold weather. cold weather happens during the 9 months in michigan when the trees are bare and the sun is absent and the roads are slippery. sweatshirt weather occurs during those other 3 months. the months when it's [usually] warm. the trees are green, the pavement is dry, the sun may even be shining, but there's just a bit of chill in the air. the perfect amount of chill that only a soft hooded sweatshirt with a kangaroo pocket can counter. i love it.
sweatshirts are like comfort food for me. they make me feel home-y and cozy and content. thinking about sweatshirt weather has inspired me to make a list of other things that bring this kind of comfort to my life.
and here it is.
comfort smell: motor oil and any other kind of car grease. my dad is a mechanic/teacher of mechanics. when i was younger he would always come home from a hard days work smelling like an old car. his finger nails were eternally black and every evening he'd spend several minutes at the sink with a hefty bar of industrial strength soap trying to get them clean enough to make us dinner. i love eating at the schnitz deli on fulton because often the mechanics from the body shop across the street will come in there for lunch. they smell like my dad.
comfort music: the dave matthews band. i store this band's albums on my shelf and their music in my soul. there's so little time and so much music to listen to in the world that the DMB doesn't even get that much actual play time in my day anymore. but if there's ever been a band that could literally "cure" what ailed me it would be this one. put one of their cds on and instantly my cares melt away and a smile covers my face.
comfort food: kraft american cheese slices. individually wrapped goodness. they melt the best on a grilled cheese sandwich. they taste the best with oscar mayer bologna. they are shaped in a perfect square. they may or may not be made of real cheese.
comfort shoes: birkenstock sandals. there's nothing quite like slipping your bare feet into a pair of broken in worn out old birks at the end of a long cold [9 month] winter in michigan.
comfort movie: the princess bride. say it with me... "hello, my name is inigo montoya. you killed my father. prepare to die." movies don't really get any better than this one. it's wuvvvv, twooo wuvvv.
comfort car: saab 900. i made a promise to myself when i was in 5th grade that as soon as i was old enough to drive i would vow to only drive saabs for the rest of my natural life. they smell different and drive different and look different than any other car on the market. plus, people who own them wave to each other on the roads. it's like a club. only we'd never be so lame as to make up stickers that pronounce "it's a saab thing, you wouldn't understand." saab owners are not pretentious. they're too laid back.
comfort place: grand haven state park. playing racko inside my parents' trailer [read: portable beachfront condo.] curling up on the couch after a long day on the sunny beach. walking into town for ice cream at temptations. flying kites while the sun sets behind the pier. watching the huge boats go in and out of the channel. hoping the showers with the good water pressure are open when you need one. roasting marshmallows by the campfire at night under the stars.
. . .
wow, i've never been more depressed to be sitting in this office than i am right now. i don't even think i can go on listing things. this post is over. but rest assured i'll be spending the rest of my day dreaming about wearing a hooded sweatshirt and birkenstock sandals while sitting in my parent's trailer in grand haven state park watching the princess bride on dvd and eating a bologna and cheese sandwich next to my dad who'd just come from fixing my broke down saab.
sweatshirts are like comfort food for me. they make me feel home-y and cozy and content. thinking about sweatshirt weather has inspired me to make a list of other things that bring this kind of comfort to my life.
and here it is.
comfort smell: motor oil and any other kind of car grease. my dad is a mechanic/teacher of mechanics. when i was younger he would always come home from a hard days work smelling like an old car. his finger nails were eternally black and every evening he'd spend several minutes at the sink with a hefty bar of industrial strength soap trying to get them clean enough to make us dinner. i love eating at the schnitz deli on fulton because often the mechanics from the body shop across the street will come in there for lunch. they smell like my dad.
comfort music: the dave matthews band. i store this band's albums on my shelf and their music in my soul. there's so little time and so much music to listen to in the world that the DMB doesn't even get that much actual play time in my day anymore. but if there's ever been a band that could literally "cure" what ailed me it would be this one. put one of their cds on and instantly my cares melt away and a smile covers my face.
comfort food: kraft american cheese slices. individually wrapped goodness. they melt the best on a grilled cheese sandwich. they taste the best with oscar mayer bologna. they are shaped in a perfect square. they may or may not be made of real cheese.
comfort shoes: birkenstock sandals. there's nothing quite like slipping your bare feet into a pair of broken in worn out old birks at the end of a long cold [9 month] winter in michigan.
comfort movie: the princess bride. say it with me... "hello, my name is inigo montoya. you killed my father. prepare to die." movies don't really get any better than this one. it's wuvvvv, twooo wuvvv.
comfort car: saab 900. i made a promise to myself when i was in 5th grade that as soon as i was old enough to drive i would vow to only drive saabs for the rest of my natural life. they smell different and drive different and look different than any other car on the market. plus, people who own them wave to each other on the roads. it's like a club. only we'd never be so lame as to make up stickers that pronounce "it's a saab thing, you wouldn't understand." saab owners are not pretentious. they're too laid back.
comfort place: grand haven state park. playing racko inside my parents' trailer [read: portable beachfront condo.] curling up on the couch after a long day on the sunny beach. walking into town for ice cream at temptations. flying kites while the sun sets behind the pier. watching the huge boats go in and out of the channel. hoping the showers with the good water pressure are open when you need one. roasting marshmallows by the campfire at night under the stars.
. . .
wow, i've never been more depressed to be sitting in this office than i am right now. i don't even think i can go on listing things. this post is over. but rest assured i'll be spending the rest of my day dreaming about wearing a hooded sweatshirt and birkenstock sandals while sitting in my parent's trailer in grand haven state park watching the princess bride on dvd and eating a bologna and cheese sandwich next to my dad who'd just come from fixing my broke down saab.
posted by sara at 1:17 PM
1 Comments:
Best comfort lists: Sara's. Very well put, and it is depressing listing great things in the world whilst staring at a computer screen. Some would call it irony.
Comfort dive bars on faux-spring break: Gentry's? Dubbed as one of the "greatest days of his life," Tim will never forget earthtoned colored friends, a markered-on beard on the venerable Adam Stout, and locals cheering at our mere presence.
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