Chapter 25
Thursday, August 16, 2007
In Ah-mare-ee-ca
The residents of my neighborhood are getting restless. I can notice it everywhere. It hasn't been to bad weather-wise, even pretty nice. Overnight temps hover in the 50-60 F range. And the daytime temps only climb to the mid 80's.
But regardless the end of Summer is near. Victory Day is Over, Back To School sales are beginning to occur. Labor Day and the start of the school year are a few weeks away now. That means cooler temperatures are soon following. Less and less time to loiter on the sidewalk and stoops of houses. Fewer nights to stay up until midnight cursing and laughing. The Hell's Angels are revving their motorcycles well after bedtime, shaking (literally) the pictures on the walls of nearby houses.
One day soon the weather will cause this, too, will to cease from occurring. Cars drive by blaring music from regions all over the world: Cuba, Mexico, Korea, Detroit. Soon the windows will have to roll up and the music projection into the community will be stunted for a few months. The ice-cream men will have to stop driving around playing off-tune nursery rhymes (although one does play Christmas Songs, so maybe he'll still continue to circulate as the leaves change).
Yes, my neighborhood is diverse, and as Summer ends it only appears to be growing louder and more present. The resident's are grasping on to whatever they can to make these days last just...that...much longer. ¶ 8/16/2007 07:56:00 AM 0 comments
But regardless the end of Summer is near. Victory Day is Over, Back To School sales are beginning to occur. Labor Day and the start of the school year are a few weeks away now. That means cooler temperatures are soon following. Less and less time to loiter on the sidewalk and stoops of houses. Fewer nights to stay up until midnight cursing and laughing. The Hell's Angels are revving their motorcycles well after bedtime, shaking (literally) the pictures on the walls of nearby houses.
One day soon the weather will cause this, too, will to cease from occurring. Cars drive by blaring music from regions all over the world: Cuba, Mexico, Korea, Detroit. Soon the windows will have to roll up and the music projection into the community will be stunted for a few months. The ice-cream men will have to stop driving around playing off-tune nursery rhymes (although one does play Christmas Songs, so maybe he'll still continue to circulate as the leaves change).
Yes, my neighborhood is diverse, and as Summer ends it only appears to be growing louder and more present. The resident's are grasping on to whatever they can to make these days last just...that...much longer. ¶ 8/16/2007 07:56:00 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I started listening to A Charlie Brown Christmas a little later this year. It's practically the middle of August. Usually by mid-July the disc has been spun around more than once. Interesting.
¶ 8/14/2007 05:15:00 PM 0 comments
Monday, August 13, 2007
Time to Update
Well I've been back from Haiti for just over a week now, I suppose it's time to update. I've been writing a lot and sending some personal correspondence, which many of you probably received. So I don't feel like there is a lot I want to write here. Just to say that Haiti changed my life in many, many ways. Not just experiencing the country, that was a mere part of it. There was so much more involved in this trip spiritually that has me very raw and feeling very young and moldable right now. It is so good.
There is still a lot I am working through daily, different struggles and ideas. Again it is all good, and I am all the better for it.
That's all.
("I"-count: 7) ¶ 8/13/2007 08:35:00 AM 0 comments
There is still a lot I am working through daily, different struggles and ideas. Again it is all good, and I am all the better for it.
That's all.
("I"-count: 7) ¶ 8/13/2007 08:35:00 AM 0 comments
