May 17, 2005



In my absence from this domain something fantastic has happened - violent spring thunderstorms have arrived. Fantastic until any T-words pop up, that is. Until then, I will enjoy this Saturday's memory of standing inside a wide screened-in porch, wisps of rain chilling my skin and a good nine jello shots in my stomach, listening to the terrible cracks and rumbles and breathing in the wet, grassy smell.

Funny how the arrival of the new sometimes makes dreamy old memories & aches surface.

Or perhaps it is the end of a little DC fairytale in which the power of three headstrong women will be reduced to two with Georgetown Law graduation on Sunday, and we will be forced to extend a triangle point back to Chicago. Which would force Maryland, West Virginia, etc. into our Bermuda Triangle. Which is a satisfying thought.

I am dreaming of the beach and the hot sun and the outdoor showers and another trip down a river in tubes, maybe without a bladder of wine this time. I am thinking of all the great intellectual conversations I've had recently, and the WashPost article Monty told me about this afternoon over Pho. Humans are changing and yet our basic desires stay the same.

I'm thinking about how badly I want my new Golden Girls t-shirt to arrive, and how I'd still like to do the John Donne and take off five years to read a handful of the books I obsessively record the titles of or purchase. Patience, though...waiting for the Lily of the Valley to appear in the front yard.

Posted by zippy at May 17, 2005 5:17 PM