Thursday, June 26, 2008
I keep reading about other people's love of summer. About how they are trying to squeeze out every bit of goodness they can in the three months of summer. And I am trying to figure out how to make it through without the heat and humidity wiping me out and taking me down.
I like summer in other places. I don't like it in New York. Summers in New York are stinky and sticky. Summers in Massachusetts however (I'm not sure if you have caught on to this....but Massachusetts, specifically North of Boston...is my personal Zion) are cool and breezy and no one really has or needs air conditioning. Can you imagine? Not needing air conditioning? On the really hot days you just head for Walden Pond and swim in the middle of the woods that Henry David Thoreau used to wander. And you probably stop at Dunkin Donuts on the way for an iced coffee. And your friend Erin brings her goggles and lets you borrow them so you can study the murky depths of the pond and then you can look as cool as she does.
Don't get me wrong. I'm a place where I have a much healthier perspective of New York versus Zion, um, Boston. I don't sit around waiting to pack my boxes like I used to. I'm okay here. I'm making friends and making pies and giving pie to friends. But, on days like today, when I feel like I am sitting around in a wet swimsuit because the humidity is so thick, I wish I really were sitting around in a wet swimsuit. A swimsuit wet with fresh pond water.
And maybe even sporting very cool goggles.