Now is the Summer of Our

It is cold and rainy here, but by Wednesday night, summer, whatever the weather, will have arrived. I can't say ti has been a hard semester, what with only two classes, but it will still be nice to have a break and refocus my intensity for a while. It is at this happy time of year that I hear students speak gleefully of the end of their academic careers, and I simply never understood that. Yes, there are lots of things to hate about school, but what would summer be without it? Hot and stikcy and punctuated by a few holidays and sparks of light.

Farewell Dear Friends

It is time to for re-evaluation. I just spent the last hour watching the latest installment of the Real World Road Rules Challenge and holding my breath as though it really mattered and I really cared who won the challenge of the day. From there I only sunk lower by watching ten minutes of an old episode of Home Improvement before remembering that I do in fact have many reasons to live and a few more minutes of the show might possibly kill me. It's been known to happen. And so feeling that I have hit rock bottom, I am going cold turkey. That's enough TV. I hung in there for a long time. I will miss so much of what you were and so little of who you became. We all sit around and wonder how once upon a time fortunes and careers and families and whole histories of civilizations and books that defined lifetimes were made and created by the time someone was twenty. We'd all sit on the couch, surfing channels and ask, how could they do so much? Simple, no television. I am done wathcing other people do a por job of leading their life on television. I am tired of caring who wins what prize, who loses what weight, who is the best intern, who owns the most expensive shoes, who loves who, who can strip their way to true love, how many crab a crew of burly men can catch on the open seas, what mysery illness some girl somewhere mysteriously contracted. I am going to live my own life. I have a bocce ball set and I am going to use it. I know caligraphy and I have a beautiful feather pen and ink well. I can sew and knit and paint and write. I have a half completed 2,000 piece puzzle that has been long neglected. I have music to hear and miles to run and shoes to break in and diners to visit and a perfect picnic basket just waiting for the green grass of the bank of a beautiful pond. I have recipies for pies and soups. I have biographies of famous men to read. I have coffee to brew and letters to write and vacations to plan. I have hikes I want to take. There is a hostel in Georgia where I can stay in a treehouse. I have old friends to talk to and new ones to make. Somewhere there is rain to find shelter from and sun to shine in. I don't know when I'll be back, tv. I am sorry it had to be this way. But I have a life to live.

LW