Jul 24, 2007 16:38
I love how Amber said "I'm glad to see everyone's doing well" because I scroll back down the journal and see words like "asylum" "broke up" "stitches" "frantically" and "no place to stay for the reunion." And I laughed a little.
But we all are still happy. Which is most important. So I suppose we are doing well.
In other news, my summer in Charleston has been spent reading novels on the porch, spending days at the beach, nights dancing, Shakespeare Project rehearsals, midnight chats on the roof of apartments, having rendezvous with old friends, and seeing all sorts of bad and good theater. It all seems to be one of those languid, rich Charleston summers that people will about in 75 years the way we read about Charleston summers that occurred 75 years ago.
My grandmothers not doing very well, she's been in surgical ICU for a more than a month, and hasn't been coherent for about three weeks. She's almost ninety. She used to spend her teenage summers living in Charleston. Its very sad, I wish she was coherent enough so that we could compare them.