Sometimes I like to stay in bed and pretend it’s summer. In fact, it’s what I’m engaged in right now, besides this blogging. My room is filled with warm morning light. There is a specific beam that focuses on the snowglobe that I never put away. It lights it up like a magical crystal ball. Outside my window there are a couple birds chirping. I’m pretty sure they’re discussing how they should be more south right now but I’m thankful for them regardless. They help my summer fantasy.
I imagine myself getting up and putting on my uniform of jeans and a tank top and pulling my long hair into a messy ponytail, then grabbing some bubbles and heading to the canon in the park. This summer I spent many hours sitting on that canon, writing poetry or drawing comic strips. A lot of the time I was alone but other times some of my favorite people would share my cannon. Sometimes strangers would say hi or stop and talk for a bit. Kids would often be drawn to my bubble blowing and run and jump to pop the bubbles. Their parents would look at me and wonder briefly “What is that adult woman doing on that cannon blowing bubbles by herself?” Eventually they would lure their children away from the nice lady blowing bubbles which was a relief cause sometimes I was about to pass out.
It’s that truly summer feel that I want back right now. It carries a sense of freedom of life. I can do anything on a warm summer day…as long as I have suncreen. Because really, when I’m in bed and cold, I only think about the good things about summer. I do not account for the sweaty stifling humidity. The days when I used an ice pack from my freezer just to keep cool. All the sunscreen, and sunburn, and aloe treatment.
It’s how we think about the winter during those hot summer days, all beautiful snow and cookies. It’s also how we view our past, when we venture to the attic of our mind and find that beautiful package of a memory. Everything is perfectly polished and the dents and tarnish that really existed has gone away because we made it go away and now, now it never existed in the first place.
Last night is a perfect package ready for storing away. It was a Saturday night alone but let’s not focus on the dents, they’re soon to be gone. I quickly realized that the best place for the Jameson bottle was in the closet, out of my sight. This kept me sober and lucid throughout the evening. I spent most of the time on my chaise which I have turned so that I can imagine it is a couch. I painted very small paintings, one of which turned out very well. I watch two Hitchcock movies, The Lady Vanishes and Rich and Strange.
The first was about a young lady on a train who is disturbed by the disappearance of a new acquaintance, Miss Froy. It’s got everything, mystery, deceit, romance and a gun battle during tea. I enjoyed it very much and moved on to the next one in the 9 movie set I stole from my sister. Rich and Strange was about a married couple who comes into some money and decides to take a cruise. On this cruise they both find new lovers and the movie might have ended there with the dissolution of their marriage. However, the wife decides that she cannot go with the man that loves her and returned to find her cheating husband abandoned by his scam princess and broke. The movie might have ended right there with their reunion even though the line “If you say I told you so I’m going to strangle you,” doesn’t scream success. But we move on to their journey home where their boat sinks and they hitchhike with some pirates who skin and eat their cat. The movie has a happy ending. There is a reason I’m not a movie reviewer.
During the movies I ate some ice cream, a treat for my success with my running this week. It also seemed to be an appropriate snack for a dateless Saturday night. Mind you, I’m not complaining, the company was perfect!
Now I must get up and start my Sunday. I have football and family ahead of me and still a million projects floating around in my head.
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