My summer’s almost come to an end–it’s almost time for workshops, writing, lesson planning, grading, meetings, readings, etc. It’s almost time for my second year of grad school to commence.
Oh man. I’m so excited for the upcoming semester.
And while I’m excited for what’s ahead, I wanted to write a little post about this summer, about the little moments that have become memories.
So. When I think of the summer of 2018–
I’ll think of purchasing bubbles for a dollar and sitting in the backyard nightly, blowing bubbles for Ellie (my pup) to chase.
I’ll think of reading so much and learning so much for my craft. This summer I truly discovered the complex joy that is literary fiction.
I’ll think of large Diet Cokes with vanilla from Sonic, purchased almost every single day during happy hour.
I’ll think of the week I spent with my best friend up in South Dakota and Iowa, in which we talked and drove and talked and bid on pies and ate s’mores and went on a wagon ride to which I said, “It’s like Kilimanjaro Safaris of South Dakota!”
I’ll also think of the soundtrack Joseph & The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat and miles and miles of corn fields.
I’ll think of finally seeing Waitress after more than a year of obsessing over the soundtrack and the story. Sweet smells (that lobby, though!), sweet pie, sweet experience.
Side note: when can I see another musical?!
I’ll think of trekking to the local library almost every day to write fiction (hopefully the start of my thesis…ahh!) among the books, huge wireless pink headphones spitting the newest Carousel revival soundtrack into my ears, the songs “Mister Snow” and “If I Loved You” always on repeat. So soothing. So nuanced. So great.
I’ll think of finally writing more for this blog after months of being stuck.
I’ll think of The Handmaid’s Tale and Mad Men, the two shows I watched religiously over the summer. Elisabeth Moss is a master, and the characters she portrays are incredible.
Side note: from now on, whenever I’m feeling a little glum/not confident when it comes to my work, I’ll ask myself, “What would Peggy Olson do?” She’s amazing.
I’ll think of the sleep I lost because I stayed up late watching The Handmaid’s Tale and Mad Men.
(Ha. I love television, don’t you?)
I’ll think of my re-discovering the gloriousness that is Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food (is that how you spell it?!) ice cream.
I’ll think of barn swallow nests and bird watching.
And, finally, I’ll think of spending time with the people I love most.
It was a good summer, indeed.