STASIS

Well, not really.

I've been quite the busy little bee(aver), but i just haven't felt like making notation here.

Or there.

But that is neither here nor there.

Oh, the places you'll go!

Anyway.

It seems my blogging zeitgiest has past. As a matter of fact, the two year anniversary of this blog came and went in june (yay me!) - I totally missed it. Again. Missed my first anniversary, and now my second.

(by the way - the few people who read this thing: thanks for indulging my crazy "eccentricities." You guys rock! i was looking back on some of my entries, and um, yeah i have issues. lol)

So yeah I hope that forgetting my blogiversary doesn't foreshadow how i'll be with more important milestones. Say, my wedding anniversary. But where was I? Ah yes. I no longer feel compelled to blog everyday, or even attempt a semblance of regularity. I'm sure this isn't a shock to anybody, given my posts of late. In fact, if it wasn't for MJ's passing my last entry would probably be dated June 17th. So yes, as the mood hits, i'll write. And when it doesn't?

shhh

shhh

it's so quiet © Bjork

So, we are in the throes of summer. I gotta be honest, this summer sucks. So far anyway. Well, let me clarify, not the goings on of my summer - that has been all too good - but the actual summer months themselves. Call me a weirdo (but just call me) but summer isn't summer until its butt booty make- me-wanna-walk-around-house-nekkid-but-thats-wack-so-i won't- hot, with random body parts perspiring that you didn't even know had sweat glands. THAT is summer. Yeah, 80 degrees is nice, but that is spring. I like to my summers to be hot, "languid, and bittersweet." (special prize to the first person who can source the quote) Summer begs for lemonade and fresh fruit, sweet and juicy in its ripeness, sundresses and damp tendrils clinging to salty skin and shimmery upper lips under heated gazes...

I think i'm getting off track.

Yeah. I crave those delicious permutations that are the hallmarks (at least in my mind) of the (alleged)warm months, and these 80 degree days (with some 70 degree ones!) are not getting it. It wasn't until today and yesterday that I actually felt the stultifying heat and humidity that is indicative of my favorite season of the year. Yes i moaned when i almost burned my palms off because of my hotter than hot steering wheel, BUT it was a pleasure pain. Pleasure in the fact that finally, finally it was starting to feel like the summers i remembered.

[scene: hot summer afternoon sometime in july. heatwaves ripple off the pavement and asphalt, the convection taking on the appearance of the sea. Children's laughter mingles in with the roar of automotive engines. A mature larchwood's leaves catch a rare breeze, the rustling leaves bring a quaint country sound at odds with the cityscape. A stream of water trickles down the curb, as the red fireplug up the street has been opened and delivers its essence to adults and children alike. The smell of barbecue perfumes the atmosphere, and a ten year old girl runs down the street, knobby kneed and ashy limbed, with pigtails flying. ]

me: (slightly breathless)"mommy, can i play in the fire hydrant? please?"
my mom: (watering her beloved day lilies) "no... i don't think that's a good idea"
me: (sad faced but secretly happy because i didn't really want to get wet) "you never let me have any fun!"

< / end reverie>

The moist air has wreaked havoc on my hair** (and i am avoiding doing something with it by blogging) but for once i don't mind, because it actually FEELS like summer now, and lord knows i've been waiting to experience this feeling all year long. Too bad its waited til the end of july to kick into high gear.

But now that i'm actually *feeling* summer, i'm feeling summer. Good stuff. Of course now that means i'm in a race against time to cram all my summer activities into a short span of time. Suddenly i feel like a kid again, with the realization that it's almost August - and i haven't done this that and the other. Panic! Only now I control what i do, not my parents, so i can't blame them if i fall short (or can i? lol) The first thing i'm going to start doing is watching my summer movies. Yes, I have movies that i watch every summer. Its a thing with me. Certain films mean summer just as much as ice cream cones, booty shorts, and slim goodies on the bball court. I am ashamed to say that i have not watch nary a one of my summer films. I gotta rectify that.

And you know what, I'm going to review my favorite summer films and post them here. Nothing big, (i'm no siskel or ebert or roeper or shalit) but maybe it'll get my writing juices flowing, and prevent this blog from going completely fallow.

Hi - Five I like the way (the kissing game)


Hi - Five - She's Playing Hard to Get


Yes, yall get a two-fer (i couldn't choose between these two and they both make me think of summer)



**ED Note - In case anyone is wondering (and you guys were dying of curiosity i know) Operation waves/curls/naps/kinks is still in effect. My hair is bigger and deffer than ever. Its grown too! Of course when wearing it curly it looks a lot shorter than it is, but i *think* it's almost at my -- well i won't say anything until i do a length check. I plan on blowing it out next month. Stay tuned.