me on the New Jersey shore, some years ago
Friday June 15. 2001
off to somewhere cooler
It's only when you are without air conditioning that you realize how much of a bitch you are when it's really really hot and humid. It's been like this for the past week. I can do little else besides sit in front of my computer by a fan, lay on the couch by a fan, and curl up on my bed next to a fan.
John says it's never humid at Cape Cod. I hope so.
I am little more than a half hour from leaving now, all packed and ready to lug my huge, heavy suitcase all the way downtown, from bus to subway to bus. I have gone through my stuff over and over again, and there is absolutely no way for me to make it lighter. Here's to hoping I don't break my arms.
Cape Cod Reading List:
Watership Down, Richard Adams (reread)
The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien (yes, finally!)
A Prayer for Owen Meany, John Irving (reread)
e. e. cummings, 100 Selected Poems
I guess that's all, folks. I'm not sure if I will have access to my email at all for the next week after tomorrow morning. I'm not sure I'll survive. I may be forced to drag my patient boyfriend all around the Cape looking for a Kinko's. But at any rate, don't expect to hear from me until then.
I expect to relax, relax, relax and relax some more. Plus more relaxing.
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One Year Ago:
"But go I did, and sat for three hours, trying to resist reading a book I had brought with me, listening to many melodramatic and sentimental speeches by my fellow students and administrators who came out of the woodwork for this very occasion. I'm not good at endings. I'm not good at goodbyes, either, so I tend to avoid them completely."