Summer
Seasons freak me out. I am, at heart, a southern Californian. Winter is depressing. Summer is oppressive. But the other two -- they freak me out in an amazing way.
It's Spring in the Netherlands. It's light out until 9:45 and when the sun sets around nine o'clock nature -- which until a few weeks ago seemed to me to be non-existent in this country -- becomes noisy and chaotic. At a dinky little park by my house there were swarms of flies, fish jumping up sideways from a pond to eat them and then bellyflopping down. Crows were making noises that, if it weren't during the mood-lighting of a 9:20 pm sunset, would sound like hell. And I think I even saw some bats.
On the way back to my house last night I got lost in my own neighborhood because I was on streets I'd never seen before.
I convinced Carrie to be on a break instead of breaking up. The specifics of what that entails we made pretty well-defined, but in the general scheme who knows. When I convinced her, I thought about how part of the problem is how she thinks she always makes herself do what she thinks I want. Once again, she saw it my way. I'm not sure that's something to celebrate. But I don't really care, whether it's real progress or a step backwards or denying the inevitable or whatever -- it's nicer to not have to worry about anything right now, and it's so apt for the weather.
It's Spring in the Netherlands. It's light out until 9:45 and when the sun sets around nine o'clock nature -- which until a few weeks ago seemed to me to be non-existent in this country -- becomes noisy and chaotic. At a dinky little park by my house there were swarms of flies, fish jumping up sideways from a pond to eat them and then bellyflopping down. Crows were making noises that, if it weren't during the mood-lighting of a 9:20 pm sunset, would sound like hell. And I think I even saw some bats.
On the way back to my house last night I got lost in my own neighborhood because I was on streets I'd never seen before.
I convinced Carrie to be on a break instead of breaking up. The specifics of what that entails we made pretty well-defined, but in the general scheme who knows. When I convinced her, I thought about how part of the problem is how she thinks she always makes herself do what she thinks I want. Once again, she saw it my way. I'm not sure that's something to celebrate. But I don't really care, whether it's real progress or a step backwards or denying the inevitable or whatever -- it's nicer to not have to worry about anything right now, and it's so apt for the weather.