it's finally summertime. how lovely to be awarded the summer off of work while paychecks continue to arrive in the mail. i have lots of weddings to go to, play violin for, stand in, and plan for. other than that, i'll be reading and working on my tan.
today i'm working on finishing a book called hope's boy, a memoir by andrew bridge. he grew up first with a mother who loved him but whose mental health was in steady decline, then in combinations of institutions and foster care. he eventually succeeds in graduating from harvard law and, obviously, writing this amazing book, mostly due to the love and encouragement of his teachers. tonight some of my fellow teachers and i are getting together for a book club meeting. i'm bringing guacamole and a bottle of wine. i'm very excited.
i'm listening to the new death cab for cutie cd - narrow stairs. it's food for my ears. and brain. and heart and soul. ben gibbard's attention to detail is second to none these days, and his meloncholy is beautiful and digestible. not overwhelming or exaggerated. i feel like death cab creates music that i prefer to listen to in private, the way you'd prefer to kiss someone without others watching. you keep it close and soak it in and not allow traces of what's happening to leak out for anyone else to have.
back to my book. in between hope's boy and guacamole i could use some sun. not for the tan (my skin is already charred from saturday), but because i've been waiting all year for it. because it'll be gone in two months. and because it makes me feel alive.
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