After due consideration, I'm dropping out of [ profile] spn_j2_bigbang. What with all the rest of the writing I have to do over the next few weeks (papers, exams, sample columns for a newspaper position I'm applying for), I just don't have the time to do my story justice or to work productively with a beta reader.

Which is not to say I won't complete and post my story eventually; it'll probably just take another month or so. I love the idea of bigbang. It just turned out to be the wrong timing for me this year. I hope it turned out to be the right timing for a bunch of other people because I'm selfish like that.

I went out to the lake today to talk to some fishermen for my ethnography and ended up being adopted by Rufus, Larry, Willy, and Mark, who insisted that I get a fishing license so I could join them on future trips and extracted a promise of lasagna for some undetermined future Sunday morning. The five of us fished (well, they fished and I watched) for about five hours before wandering over to the May Day celebration in a nearby pavilion and eating the hippies' bratwurst. It was excellent. I have a sunburn across my nose and the tops of my cheeks that's going to hurt like hell tomorrow.

The Boy will be back tomorrow from a trip with his father. I'm looking forward to seeing him and trading stories, since I'm sure his vacation was amazing and there's been a lot of work!drama in his absence.

Life is beautiful right now, and is looking to get more so as the winter cascades into spring: eighty-degree blue sky days and frat boys emerging noisily from their hibernation like cicadas seeking the sun.

ETA: I bought a cactus! I forgot about that. He's tiny and adorable. His name is Hjörleif, and I'll have pictures up as soon as my camera's batteries recharge.


Mar. 11th, 2007 05:56 pm
The church bells toll six o'clock. I saw the sun rise this morning, shivering on the front stoop with a good friend while the smoke from his cigarette grayed the air. Sometimes the sun rises and it's just a sunrise, just light coming over the horizon. Sometimes the sun rises and it's a miracle.

I woke to the afternoon sun warm on the back of my neck, rose and made scones with walnuts and maple syrup. When they crumbled, they smelled like warmth, like comfort, like the song of the long summer day.

I wore a skirt with no stockings, paused to photograph a group of northern Italians who grinned at me from their position in front of the capitol building, arms looped over their friends' shoulders. Three, two, one, click. No, no, prego, di niente. Sì, frequento l'università qui a Madison. È veramente una città carina, no?

This place feels like home for the first time in ages, feels like somewhere I might like to spend the lazy wonderful summer. I can't wait until the semester is over. I can't wait until I have time to make breakfast. I can't wait until the farmers' market opens again, until I can rise at six on Saturdays and feel the pull of the morning in my stretching thighs.



May 2010



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