Tuesday, August 4, 2009

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

Rites and Ceremonies
1st
*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

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3 comments:

  1. be more specific: road trip to where?

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  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.

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