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August 10, 2003
That Summer Feeling
Here’s what makes me happy: getting some tacos, barbacoa and migas, from Loca Maria at Taco Express on a Saturday. Getting back in the car and hearing “She’s About A Mover” on the oldies station and dancing and singing along as I drive along the green belt. Going to a barbecue and drinking cold, cold beer from a koozie, and eating a million kinds of foods that everyone brought. Watermelons, cold-ish and sweet. Fresh fruit altogether. Firecrackers. Bare feet in dead brown grass and smooth, dusty dirt at dusk. Or cool concrete. Or hard wood floors. Or hot asphalt, smelling of tar, bubbly and hot. The smell of the jasmine and lavender growing in pots on my front porch. The smell of the basil growing in the front yard. Seeing the surprise of different colors of hibiscus blooming in my yard every morning. Iced tea with mint. Trains. Rock and roll shows and dancing and sweating until I think I might collapse with the combination of happiness, heat and exhaustion. The top down at night or in the morning. Aguas frescas. Cold beer with lime. Swimming. Old-time honky-tonk or Tejano music wafting from windows across yards and streets. Any music wafting across yards and streets. Sitting on the porch. Carnivals. Moving slow. The brilliance of a cool breeze. Sweet, fresh, juicy fruits. Salsa that I made this morning, and nothing but more fresh veggies from the garden in the fridge. Tadpoles. Swingsets. Postcards from everyone visiting everywhere. Accordions. Puppies named Audrey that don’t like to swim. Red toenails. Cool, crisp cotton sheets. Naps with Jacob in the afternoon. Doing the crossword or reading comic books while drinking an icy coffee or Topo Chico on the porch in the afternoon. Lightning bugs. Orange butterflies dancing with one another all over the lawn this afternoon. Limes. Full moons. The promise of a beach house. Baking until I’m warm and crispy in the sunny, welcoming afternoon. Sun, sun, sun. And friends and easiness. Summertime.
Posted by pogo at August 10, 2003 11:54 PM
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*Sigh.*
Yeah, it’s good to be reminded of all the little reasons I need to get back to Austin, Texas, one of these days. And I’m glad to have them from you, as you are the one person who understands summer the same way I do. I’ve missed 3 summers now, and summer in Austin is an important part of my soul.
I’m in Sapporo, Hokkaido, where I spent the afternoon touring The Brewery.
Kanpai to you, my favorite summer friend!!
Posted by: Karla on August 11, 2003 03:05 AM
The Summer in Texas in part of my soul too. What could be better that to stay on backyard till middnight ?
Posted by: danielle on March 19, 2004 03:22 AM
this is so very random, but - somehow your entry has me near tears. it’s been 6 long months of cold and grey. but april is here now.
Posted by: meow on April 2, 2004 09:19 AM
do not fret, little meowlet. springtime is just as good as summertime, and it’s right there, knocking on your backdoor. it kindly requests a lemonade and a walk through the park, and possibly the flying of a kite.
a million butterfly kisses at you, caribou lady. come visit and you can have a sneaky preview of the sunny time fun…
Posted by: Method Man on April 2, 2004 06:51 PM
who would have thunk that the method man had such a delicate, flowery side?
ok, ok, it was me… dorkapotamus at large.
Posted by: tam on April 2, 2004 06:52 PM