Wednesday, September 19, 2007

it keeps coming

September is here, and half over. Another start to a school year that I'm not part of. I wonder when I'll stop viewing the calendar like this. Maybe I won't. Sometimes I wish I could curl up under a school desk forever.

Weeks are flying. I spent one weekend picnicking in Battery Park, rolling around on grassy hills and sneaking into sprawling, abandoned houses on Governors Island, half-drunk. Every Saturday and Sunday morning we hunt down brunch, then pass afternoons wandering neighborhoods to window-shop and people-watch. There are movie nights, music nights, study nights, and one spent drinking cheap wine, watching too many episodes of "What's Happening!!" and learning about "Yacht Rock." Labor Day brought a windy beach picnic, swimming in the Atlantic for the first time, and confirming a preference for fresh water over salt water. Chopped my hair shorter than ever, bought a new camera, said farewell to a friend bound for Spain, explored Prospect Park, stayed up half the night for Dan Deacon and Girl Talk, and shoved my way through overcrowded booths at the Brooklyn Book Festival only to let timidity overcome. This Saturday, Brian leaves for a two-week vacation to Portland and Tulsa. I'm always envious of escape.

Today, i'm 700 miles away while my sister brings another boy into the world. Until Christmas, he'll be someone I only know through photos and phone calls.


A. Dowd said...

Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short,
but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit,
and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.

- John Donne

Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these
Of mid September; through the still warm noon
The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune
Than ever in the summer; from the trees
Dusk-green, and murmuring inward melodies,
No leaf drops yet; only our evenings swoon
In pallid skies more suddenly, and the moon
Finds motionless white mists out on the leas.

-Edward Dowden, In September
(no relation, alas. but he was a critic!)

Ben and Erica said...

juuust in case.

Chomp Chomp said...

Dang, how am I going to remember to read this?
I hardly do much with the livejournal thing, and that piece was vital to my communication with folks for awhile, awhile back.
Oh well. I manq you, Annie. Let's find a way to visit sometime.

traffic jam said...

joey joey,

if you manque me as you say you do, you'll remember.

Shawn Mitchell said...

i thank you. i'll take bizarro as a compliment. we are due for burritos again soon.