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It’s summer. Things are simple. The days are longer. The sun is warmer. Time passes slow and fast all at the same time. June is suddenly a stack of snapshot memories and moments; mornings spent running, afternoons spent sitting cross-legged on blankets eating pretzels and drinking cheap wine, lazing at the beach and on patios and in beer gardens, nights spent reading and writing and celebrating birthdays and graduations and championships and music and love and, well, life.
May 25: On the way home from that late-night run I wrote about. The mix of city and nature available on even a short 5-mile run is such a treat…love the ability to transition from dodging cabs/having your tunes drowned out by blaring sirens and horns, to dodging trees and stones and piles of sand/hearing little else but the sound of your own heavy breath, all in a matter of minutes.
*May 26: an amazing cake from an amazing bakery *May 27: en route to a great night out *May 28: rooftop drinks *May 29: girl’s night out *May 30: rooftop cookout *May 31: vacation day (also day 1 of Infinite Jest)
Summer is here, folks. Posts may become limited, as time spent outdoors increases along with the temperature and the hours of sunlight per day.
*May 17: a few things I’m reading, at the moment (about to narrow down to one, for a while) *May 18: pride *May 19: lunch-time boat parade *May 20: morning coffee and writing at Floriole *May 21: Scott’s super cool piece at the Post Family gallery *May 22: first outdoor market of the summer *May 23: first beach day of the summer *May 24: Carole King and James Taylor. living. legends.
I’ve been thinking a lot, these days. About many things. About places (Onekema (on which I still owe an overdue post…though an unexpected return trip may be in my future), Glen Ellyn, Canterbury, Indiana, Chicago) and how they’ve shaped and influenced me. About my future; about the people who matter most to me, about the things that matter most to me. About how all of that fits into and effects whatever it is that’s next, for me. About lamenting over not knowing what’s next, not knowing what I want to do next or where I want to be next, while the answers to those questions lie patiently, simmering and bubbling at the surface, waiting for me to allow myself to recognize they’ve been there all along.
What did we want? We want the world smaller and bigger and just the same but advancing. We don’t know what we want.
Right; photos. May has been an interesting month. It has been difficult, and confusing, and frustrating, and sad. And simple things carrying peace and comfort and hope have shown up the entire time. Not always when I needed them most, and never when I expected them. But that’s the beautiful thing about this crazy little life I’m living. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
*May 11: Guilty pleasure *May 12: A detour on the way home from work *May 13: A field trip at lunch to see Banksy’s latest *May 14: Dinner with my favorite people, on my favorite patio in Glen Ellyn *May 15: A day of reminiscing, over childhood games and toys at home with family, and over a three-hour long dinner with friends *May 16: A day of “free”: free time, free food and drink (at the most enjoyable wedding-related event I’ve encountered (thanks C and K!)), and a free pizza at La Madia, with a great book to keep me company. See? It’s all okay. I remind myself that this is new. I remind myself that I am exactly where I need to be.
All flustered: where did this week go? Where did April go? A time of extremes…soaring heights and deep dark lows; a heart that cringes and winces and writhes with pain, only to dance a moment later; a sun who’s heat you curse one day and crave the next; days overflowing with plans and company followed by those with neither; nights where words pour out of pens on blank pages, roll off lips gracefully and gently into still air, and nights when language simply fails. When there are no words.
May 3: Bear with the simple “nature” photos…I’m very aware they have been/will be dominating my selection for this project. But believe me when I say a blue sky and a greening tree can be a most welcome sight after a long day inside.
May 4: A pit-stop on the way home, for a simple dinner by the river and a little reading (recommended by David Sedaris, gifted by a most thoughtful person; a short, haunting, dark collection of stories). And a little wine, and a little movie.
May 5: Still absorbing last week’s Jonsi show. Watching this helped. Gorgeous scenery and song captured in one place. Which inspired me to focus on “place” in my writing…on the power and influence and hold it can have on us all.
May 6: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Why run around frantically seeking out new places to try, when you can just hop on a bus and ride down the street and meet a friend last minute for cheap beers and perfect tacos al pastor and chips and guacamole at Big Star?
May 7: Couldn’t wait to kick these off tonight, after a cold rainy night catching up with co-workers and learning about beer from new friends, dropping by the MCA’s First Friday, and cheering on our boys at an old haunt from my first year downtown.
May 8: Early morning trip to the thrift stores to beat the crowds on a half-price day, where patience and perseverance are key. Seven bucks was enough for two clutches, two skirts, two belts and two shirts (not making this up). An oddly relaxing Saturday morning, in spite of my companions: an astonishing amount of screaming running kids, and “that thrift store odor”. Shudder.
May 9: Sunday. Getting a spot in my favorite yoga class. Family brunch. NYT and coffee and cookies on a sidewalk patio. Bundling up to read and write and nap in the park. A day of balance, of highs and lows and time alone and time with those I cherish most.
May 10: A visit to the HWL, to hear Chuck Palahniuk read (perform?). Dude had the auditorium and the “over-flow room” packed to capacity, had the audience laughing and cringing and gasping and blowing up inflatable objects. Slightly different, but a unique and welcome change of pace. A hopeful day, today.
April 27: Spring continues to fight its way in…flowers blooming all over the city, in spite of cool temperatures…and I get to see them all day; in Daley Plaza at lunch, near the river, in front of office buildings, on my walk home. Love this city.
April 28: The Jonsi concert. Truly a life-changing event, one which deserves its own post if I can muster up the courage to share some of the thoughts and emotions present during and after this night. The picture doesn’t come close to representing the performance’s intensity and beauty…neither will these videos, but they’ll help. Truth be told, I’m still a little shell-shocked.
April 29: The Yeasayer concert. Quite a contrast to last night’s experience…this was one big crowded dance party (which was actually just what I needed to get my mind off heavier things). And before the concert: I treated myself to a glass of wine and a salad and warm bread and oil at my favorite restaurant.
April 30: Indian food. Lots and lots of Indian food, and a few hours of great conversation. And a walk home in the rain. And some reading. And some music. And more writing…I can’t seem to stop, these days…and while stories aren’t quite coming together or building or progressing, it feels great.
May 1: Emma at the beach! A quick overnight trip to our house in Onekama, Michigan. Quick stop in Holland for lunch with Joe; a long walk on the beach as soon as we arrived in Onekama, where Emma was in heaven, racing up and down an empty beach; and a delicious meal at our favorite restaurant in town.
May 2: Another walk on the beach, this morning. Northern Michigan (particularly Onekama) feels like home…nearly every summer of my life has included at least one week on these beaches. Coming here is truly an escape…no cell phone reception, no internet…a town with no stop lights and only a handful of businesses…and skies so clear and dark, nights so quiet and still, air so crisp and fresh, and a sun so bright, you feel like you’re seeing and hearing and feeling it all for the first time. Realizing this place deserves its own post. Stay tuned.