It’s the beginning of July and it doesn’t feel like summer has even started. These Michigan summers are quite the far cry from the sultry southern nights that I remember -down in Dixie where it’s not until the sun goes down that any relief from the heat comes. And even then, it’s only in the form of darkness because the heat lingers, bound like cousins with the humidity. It makes me gently smile to think of how different things are here - how Lake Michigan is the beach rather than the expanse of the Atlantic. Different place, different life, different culture. I’ve lived almost a full year as a Michigander, but the secret I don’t tell is that I’ll always be in the south. Come what may, don’t take fried okra and sweet tea away from me or I’ll sick Bessie on you.
My better half and I are growing more and more impatient to get out of our apartment. One year down, one to go. Hopefully. The cramped quarters makes it seem like less of a home and more of a dorm room. There’s no yard to lounge in, no home maintenance to keep up with and it leaves us feeling lethargic and cramped. Next spring we’ll start the hunt and hopefully God will provide the beautiful home we daydream about. For now though, we’re taken care of. Our neighbors are pleasant, albeit strange. We have loving nicknames for each of them, as I’m sure they do for us but prefer to stay out of their late-night lifestyles. Our 9-5 jobs probably seem foreign to them. Ah, we’ll look back on old #10 with fondness, but for now, I’m starting to dread associating “home” with two flights of stairs.
It’s ridiculous and slightly embarrassing how easily I can lose myself in…Harry Potter. I’ve been re-reading the last four books in anticipation of the sixth move release this November. The movies leave out so much and don’t credit J.K. Rowling with the brilliance that she is! The other day I realized that in the movie Goblet of Fire, Voldemort doesn’t even kill Cedric Diggory - Wormtail does! Blasphemy! Work has been sickeningly slow, so I’ve learned to prop the book against my radio player, held open with a giant alligator clip. It’s stunning how well it works - as long as I keep my hand on my computer mouse, it looks like I’m working on my computer. But in reality, I’m lost in the corridors of Hogwarts and thinking about what a beeyatch Professor Umbridge is. Ah, yes, I’m 23 years old.
The thought of the sixth movie has prompted me to invite my forever wombmate (from college) up for the (I’m sure what will be a midnight) release. Dan has sworn to accompany me (or hopefully, us) to the premier, even if it is at midnight and he has work the next day.
Speaking of my dear, he’s requested that I not mention that he is currently lounging in his recliner, perusing the latest issue of Everyday with Rachael Ray. Done, and done.
On July 4th I woke up from a 20 minute nap and realized that the sun had defeated my skin, still pale from the winter. My neck and shoulders got the brunt of it and there has been massive lotion applications every day since Friday. This, however, has led to the demise of my gym routine. I don’t think I can quite put into words the pain that I’d suffer if I, not only put on a sports bra, but tried to run in it. So Saturday, Sunday and this morning were spent with extra sleeping time. Sounds nice, but the euphoria wore off pretty quickly after waking up and feeling like a fatty. Tomorrow morning, though, will be filled with the burn of muscle and the stench of sweat like I’ve grown so accustomed to. The hubby is leaving for work at 5:15am, so that will give me no excuse what-so-ever! Get back on that horse, back in the saddle, back on that bandwagon…how many more encouraging expression can I think of?
Twenty minutes, then we’re off to Dan’s softball game. They’re undefeated for the season and have mercied more teams than not by the fifth inning. I think it’s probably because everyone gets distracted because of my man in his baseball pants.
And hm, maybe we’ll stop for some ice cream on the way home to celebrate that my lab results came back normal - my kidneys AREN’T suffering after all and there’s not an irregular amount of protein in my pee pee!
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