A thoughtful post
I’ve decided to change my life. Or rather, it has changed and I have now decided I like it. I have a few more things to do before finals week is over, but I plan on enjoying my newly found bohemian lifestyle over the summer, or perhaps for much longer. I’ve got at least 4 dozen books laying around the house I need to read, and I plan on reading all of them on my porch this summer, and then reading more.
It’s a shame my porch is so small though. And now that I’m reading Roberto Bolaños Last Evenings on Earth I’m wishing I lived in a city, where I could sit on my stoop and watch the city pass by as I flip the pages.
So I’ll have to settle for soccer moms pushing strollers during the day (or wandering with hurricane glasses filled with frozen margaritas at night) and wishing I had a bigger porch that I could put a swing on.
Mark built a baby patio to put the grill on, it looks really nice. I’d like to build a full patio, but I don’t want to screw it up.
Way back when I had a job, I started a list of projects I wanted to (finally) tackle this summer. Everything from building said patio and putting the knobs on the bar’s cabinets to learning to play chess and learning an entire set list of covers on the ukulele so I can play some coffee shop’s open mic night. The latter is mostly to see if I can actually perform in front of a crowd, I haven’t since I was a teenager. Though, I had to give a presentation (of sorts) on a Joan Didion essay a few weeks back and that went smoothly. The last time I had to stand in front of a class I was nervous and sweaty within thirteen seconds.
I also want to go somewhere this summer. Somewhere warm where I can ignore the world, maybe a beach of some sort. And I’m going to get my back tattoo, if I can afford it. Though, the most logical course of action would be to start dating a tattoo artist… I mean, it worked pretty well when I was dating a hairstylist, right?
It’s a shame my porch is so small though. And now that I’m reading Roberto Bolaños Last Evenings on Earth I’m wishing I lived in a city, where I could sit on my stoop and watch the city pass by as I flip the pages.
So I’ll have to settle for soccer moms pushing strollers during the day (or wandering with hurricane glasses filled with frozen margaritas at night) and wishing I had a bigger porch that I could put a swing on.
Mark built a baby patio to put the grill on, it looks really nice. I’d like to build a full patio, but I don’t want to screw it up.
Way back when I had a job, I started a list of projects I wanted to (finally) tackle this summer. Everything from building said patio and putting the knobs on the bar’s cabinets to learning to play chess and learning an entire set list of covers on the ukulele so I can play some coffee shop’s open mic night. The latter is mostly to see if I can actually perform in front of a crowd, I haven’t since I was a teenager. Though, I had to give a presentation (of sorts) on a Joan Didion essay a few weeks back and that went smoothly. The last time I had to stand in front of a class I was nervous and sweaty within thirteen seconds.
I also want to go somewhere this summer. Somewhere warm where I can ignore the world, maybe a beach of some sort. And I’m going to get my back tattoo, if I can afford it. Though, the most logical course of action would be to start dating a tattoo artist… I mean, it worked pretty well when I was dating a hairstylist, right?