almost...almost...
its the first of august, can you believe it?? august... its a strange month, i still have grade school associations, but i am trying to feel positive, as in, its august, its still beautiful, and just think!
visitors from afar made it here, and then left again. i'm going to a wedding/engagement party this weekend in boston. i found the best of things to give to the lucky couple.
i'm sitting in my underware in front of a fan and wishing there was some way to get to the river. if i had more time and bigger balls, i would hitch, but i haven't done that on my lonesome in...three years? two? long enough anyway. i went to the river twice last weekend, and it was wonderful. vermont rivers are really the nicest ones, though i know that oregon rivers are beautiful too. there is something about having a history with a swimming hole, however, something that feels better and more bittersweet than the quality of waters. i miss the ones in lincoln, which i haven't been to in so long... the end of the summer means a goodbye to tramping through the woods to get to the perfect spot, throwing your clothes off, and into the water! i suppose if i liked winter sports i could have a similar nostalgia, however, being that this isn't the case, i am left to nothing but three months of rivers in the summer in order to survive what ends up being 9 months of winter. alright, perhaps i'm exaggerating, but you get the picture. i have this idea, that summertime in oregon lasts longer...and that spring comes faster...if i'm totally off base let me know, but in the mean time, i'm looking forward to the difference.
visitors from afar made it here, and then left again. i'm going to a wedding/engagement party this weekend in boston. i found the best of things to give to the lucky couple.
i'm sitting in my underware in front of a fan and wishing there was some way to get to the river. if i had more time and bigger balls, i would hitch, but i haven't done that on my lonesome in...three years? two? long enough anyway. i went to the river twice last weekend, and it was wonderful. vermont rivers are really the nicest ones, though i know that oregon rivers are beautiful too. there is something about having a history with a swimming hole, however, something that feels better and more bittersweet than the quality of waters. i miss the ones in lincoln, which i haven't been to in so long... the end of the summer means a goodbye to tramping through the woods to get to the perfect spot, throwing your clothes off, and into the water! i suppose if i liked winter sports i could have a similar nostalgia, however, being that this isn't the case, i am left to nothing but three months of rivers in the summer in order to survive what ends up being 9 months of winter. alright, perhaps i'm exaggerating, but you get the picture. i have this idea, that summertime in oregon lasts longer...and that spring comes faster...if i'm totally off base let me know, but in the mean time, i'm looking forward to the difference.