Summersong

Summer always weaves itself a new colored jacket, year upon year, despite the fact that the trees and sun inhabit the same places as summers past. What changes is myself and the way I percieve that sun, and trees, and wind on the back of my neck.

Every year, summer becomes more and more of a time to make money and pay bills, and less and less of a time to lay on the trampoline all day and eat freezepops and go to summercamp. It's more of a time to practise what I am learning in school. As I told a friend at the beginning of last summer: summer is work time, school is vacation.

But it is my hope, that this summer I will be able to love the life that I live, despite the fact that I am working three jobs, and have many freelance jobs. Moses and I have a list full of epic plans for the summer (such as walking a whole week without shoes, eating meals made with only food from the public market, finding an ice cream truck to buy ice cream from, etc), I just booked a plane ticket to Maryland, and I have plans to visit someone in the Adirondacks. So I'll keep you updated, and we'll just see what color summer decides to wear.

A few weeks ago, I was pretty sick, and while taking a nap, I had the strangest, most beautiful fever dream.

And it made me realize, I hadn't really been daydreaming for about a year now... something that I never realized I had missed until I started again.


ht: Matt

Second Retrospective

Laundry almost done
She sits on the floor
Sorting socks
spread all around her.
She pairs one to another
like the questions that she slowly
removes from the pile she has created
answers are not simple, not found on the floor
like the yellow sock she swiftly folds into its match.
But they are still found.
One, on the roof of a yellow house,
held in the arms of someone else.
Another, hung up in the monotony of repetition
in honor of perfection.
Forgotten is found,
marked with wear of winter, and dripping in sunlight
in the corner of an abandoned parking lot
The sorting almost completed,
she puts away the memories,
and places the unmatched socks in a basket,
waiting to be found until the next load of laundry.

I think a word that describes my life at the moment is "almost"

I'm also more than slightly amused because I just stumbled upon my blog post from a year ago, after I wrote my previous entry:

http://lady-of-the-reigns.xanga.com/655286790/random-facts/

It's been a while

In the past month

Times Sick: Once- fever and chills.
Trips Taken: Three- Erie, Saratoga, Maryland
Miles put on car: 2000
Laundry Done: 4 times
Movies Watched: 6
Subway Mondays: 3
Bike Rides: not enough
Skateboarding Spills: 1
Fancy Dinners: 2
Bonfires:2
Holidays: 2
Photo Projects: 8
Hours spent happy: 95%
Hours spent not happy: 5%
Dead animals photographed: 9
People Photographed: 9
People I've worried about: 3
Ice Cream (per serving)- 12
Classes Skipped: 5
Times Pulled Over: 0 (!!!!!)