I biked to work at a leisurely pace (my first class is a late morning thing, my last class is an early evening one) and I looked yet again at September. You can see it – no other month looks like this:
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On the Hill, a student still wanted to call it summer. She looked at her cell messages, put the phone down, looked at her bright pink toenails, and then looked at nothing at all, not even the the Capitol at the other end of State Street.
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Students don’t believe in September. They seem to go from summer to late October. Everything in between is… still summer. Stretch out on the green, throw a Frisbee, take your laptop outside.
Transition months are more for people like me who need time to adjust, so it’s not shorts to snowshoes. Though maybe tomorrow I’ll try that stretch out on the grass thing. When no one's watching.
Today (Friday) I met a friend for lunch at the Pasquals at Hilldale. I looked up and said "Oh my gosh, that's Ed!"
ReplyDelete"Ed who?" she said, looking around.
By now my eyes had moved to the right and down and I said "That must be Nina." (Better have been you,,,they were holding hands. But by now you were walking away and I only saw your back.
"WHO are you talking about?" my friend wondered. Ugh, what to say... so I shrugged and said "I read her blog."
"Her blog? And you know what she looks like? What does she write about?" So I told her that some days I know as much about you as I do her, or I think I do :) Which makes me think again how courageous you are to put so much of yourself out there.
My friend said, "Gee, for a minute there I thought Brad Pitt was at Hilldale." But I don't think Brad would ever be wearing what Ed was wearing....not even in Burn After Reading.
Donna