Tuesday, August 4, 2009

In August when the weather's hot, I will become a cooking pot

Rites and Ceremonies
*Popsicle: Mango, on the walk to Prospect Park to see STREB
*beach outing: Coney Island, in June, with GK, Susanna, Andy, Shiloh, James, and babies
*watermelon: late Sunday night in July, across the street from Greenwood Cemetery
*pool trip: yesterday, the community pool on Douglass and Degraw
*outdoor show: STREB, zany dance company, Prospect Park (see first: popsicle, above)
*Backyard sitting: Last Sunday, on wooden chairs appropriated from St. Thomas Aquinas School

*picnics: billions
*bbqs: nearly as many
*runs: thousands of miles
*yoga in the dusklight: lots
*lightening bugs: magical

Discoveries and Revelations
*I've been to Costco more this summer than any other summer in my whole life (put together)
*On Friday I cleaned a state beach in Staten Island. I found fewer hypodermic needles than expected
*My zucchini plants are suffering from either too little water or too much. I'm too much of a novice to tell which
*James and I decided last night to memorize a new poem every month. I chose an Emily Dickinson poem, and I've already memorized it:

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too--
And angles know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

Still to do
*Road trip
*even out my tan
*Eat all the otter pops in my freezer
*make pesto with the giant basil leaves my neighbor gave me in exchange for garden cucumbers
*will the tomatoes in my garden red
*celebrate my 5th anniversary to James
*botanical gardens
*swim, swim, swim
*visit California

picture via here


  1. be more specific: road trip to where?

  2. This made me feel like summer has escaped us. Gone too fast or rained away.

    We're traveling to you sometime, Annie. Look for us on the horizon of a moonless night.