September's Arrival:
Well, the questions shall now kick in! What happened to June? July? August? Summer was, as always, a perfect, elusive ghost.
I could list the things I didn't get around to doing this summer (berry picking, baking, organize my books by the color of their spines) but that would probably not do anyone any good, although let us please note that the entire contents of my refrigerator now basically look like this:
The logical (and correct) conclusion to make here is that I also did not find the time to clean out the refrigerator this summer. This weekend has held many small victories that I hope will get me back on the kind of track that has me communicating with YOU a bit more often.
I've de-molded the fridge, yes, and I've collected Murray's fur tumbleweeds from the closet floors. I've gone to the grocery store, finally unpacked suitcases and washed their contents, dusted the ceiling in the kitchen (what IS this phenomenon of dusty kitchen ceilings?), and attempted, in general, to organize the eight thousand piles of things that have accumulated in every corner of this house since the beginning of June. Phew.
Wasn't summer originally advertised as a relaxing sort of experience? The fury and fervor of summer, though, is what makes it summer, I suppose, and it was indeed a fast, furious, but very beautiful summer. I will, however, also very happily take this turning-off of summer, and the turning-on of the fall. Summer, thank you for your patronage, but it's September's time to shine!
And, you, too. I hope you are shining.
It's good to be back. I've missed you.
