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It seems to be summer
Ah, summer. I can tell summer is icumin in (lhude sing cucu! - erk, don't worry about it, it's a joke meant for the lit majors). How can I tell? Well, the air conditioner is in the bedroom window. And the other windows in the house are generally open. Which means they generally have cats in them. Although, to be frank, the windows aren't as much fun for the cats this year, now that the Bird Channel has been shut down.
We had a tree in our little postage-stamp yard, in full view of all the living room and kitchen windows. This tree was the Bird Party Tree. There were always birds in this tree. They'd start chattering around the crack of dawn and not stop prattling until well after sundown. The cats sat in front of the window screens, dreaming of Bird Buffet.
As it turns out, a buffet of another kind was involved. Our landlord cut down the tree this past fall. It turned out that the entire trunk of the tree was riddled with insects - explaining its uncanny popularity with the avians. Bird Smorgasbord. So our mornings are quieter, but the cats don't have as much to look at.
It's summer because I finally gave in and bought sunglasses. I have a pair of prescription sunglasses, but I mostly wear my contact lenses in public these days because I'm vain, so I finally had to buy normal sunglasses. Ray-Bans. Unfortunately, in tandem with my clown-wig hair, they make me look just like this photo of a young Bob Dylan about the time he went electric, but this undesirable side effect shall pass.
I was going to buy earrings, too, since the studs are overdue to come out, but I haven't managed to find time to do that yet. I'm very backlogged, which is why I owe some of you about a zillion emails. They're coming. Meanwhile I will speculate on what types of earrings I can get away with. I favor danglies.
It's summer because I'm wearing shorts out of the house. Beware my fish-belly legs! It's summer because I can go see mindless summer movies, like The Phantom Menace, and enjoy them immensely. The secret is low expectations. I hate to disappoint all the nay-sayers, but I even didn't find Jar Jar Binks annoying. Sorry.
You know what I think? I think most people probably had a fun time at that movie while they were watching it. But it's the kind of movie that is really easy to pick to shreds the instant the projector starts running and the glow fades, and all we're left with is the disenchanted after-effects, leaving a casual reader to conclude that everyone thought it stank. I bet most of the people who have been delighting in finding flaws with Phantom Menace were secretly in little-kid-fun-ride mode the whole time it was onscreen.
It's summer, that's what I have to say. Calm down and go with the flow. That is what I have done this weekend, and as a result I have several thousand more words of the Aedie novel to show for it. I have entered my fifth ten-thousand word file of a 70,000 word book, plotted the timeline for the ending, and now it's time for the home stretch.
Needless to say, I am of good cheer.
Not even the odd stories emanating from the daily news can ruin it. In fact, just so I'll stay in this mood for a while, I'll wait to write about those until tomorrow.
© Columbine
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