Seems like there's a case of the major anxieties going around. I worked myself into such a frenzy I literally made myself sick. I've decided it's time to just calm.down. It's summer. And not only is it summer it's supposed to be the Summer Erin Does What She Wants When She Wants.
I took me some initiative yesterday and post-run I went for a hike in the Dunes. Sitting in the super-secret spot watching the blood-red sun set was a nice way to end the day. What was nicer was later in the evening, sitting on the futon, reading Simic:
Summer In The Country
One shows me how to lie down in a field of clover.
Another how to slip my hand under her Sunday skirt.
Another how to kiss with a mouth full of blackberries.
Another how to catch fireflies in a jar after dark.
Here is a stable with a single black mare
and the proof of God's existence riding in a red
nightgown.
Devil's child--or whatever she was.
Having the nerve to ask me to go get her a whip.
-from Night Picnic
Okay that was not one of the ones read last night.
But Lord.
That's just good poetry.
In approximately 2 hours or so I should be washed, dressed, primped, and pretty ready to hit up 'Till Midnight (don't talk to me about the extra 'l' in 'Till...I hate it. It's just dumb) for what I hope will be a lovely evening surrounded by strangers. There will be someone else's parents and various church-folk and a plethora of acquaintances from high school and college and a U.S. Representative who recently said that he did indeed find WMD's in Iraq.
I can't wait to ask him about it.
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