The Summer has come.
It has come up to terrorize our gardens. It has bred many thunderstorms, but not nearly enough. It has evaporated our pools, fogged our glasses. It has dried up our reservours, killed our chickens, and gunned down many a resolution for Summer Fitness with its tempting array of cold and frozen sugary treats.
And the Summer has gone.
And with it, every friend I have over the age of 18.
I wish every one good luck for the coming year. And the nicest and most understanding of roommates, and very good cafeteria food, and very nice dorm rooms and fridges and professors and classrooms and whatever else you need.
Till next time...
5 comments:
where i am, summer has not left. it has me in its hot, humid clutches, and i'm freaking sweaty from lugging my belongings halfway across the WORLD. and i get to do it again in just 45 minutes!
i love college. :p
your chickens were killed? oh no!
We had one or two scares, but no actual deaths. It sounded good, though.
hahaha. it really does. very dramatic.
thank you for the good wishes! i wish your end of summer to be exceedingly pleasant and not-humid.
I had been worrying about your chickens in this weather; glad they're hanging in there. Are they giving eggs these days?
One over-18 friend of yours is still around. Can she and I come over for a visit some time this week? She heads back to NY next Sunday.
Our chickens are actually doing rather well, considering the terrible weather. We're getting about three eggs a day, and the yolks are so dark! It makes me happy.
SHE'S STILL HERE! I would love to see her (and you of course). If you could call or email, that would be great!
27th--She's still here?
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