Ah darlin'. If I really believed this were an epistolary blog, I would just write to you about the regular doings of my life. I'd say, and then, I got Korean food with Anand and it was so nice to see him and the next day I got stung by a bee and I guess I'm not allergic after all even though I've thought I was my whole life. If it were really just a letter to you, I would tell you the things that are only made interesting by knowing the person, the things that belong on Facebook (which I still don't have).
I would say, my sister and I are on an English novel theme. We LOVED the Mitfords, the Pursuit of Love and Love in a Cold Climate. I just re-read Vanity Fair, which is 600 pages of pure catty gossip. She's reading Pride and Prejudice, which I only read for the first time a couple years ago. We'll definitely be watching the 1995 Pride and Prejudice soon, although I watch the good parts over again by myself. When we've seen watched Pride and Prejudice and sighed our way through it, we'll watch Bride and Prejudice just for fun. Which is a good transition, because the other book I gave her was A Suitable Boy, which is the best thing I read all summer. Just like Vanity Fair, such a good trashy read, so full of gossip.
Besides the English novels, my summer has felt saturated with people making my life better. Tamar put her foot down at the gym. She decided and took me shopping that night. No more shapeless boxy shirts and boy's track pants. She brought me yoga pants to try on and stood back and looked and wagged her finger. Sometimes she walked around me and nodded. Now I have cling-y workout clothes. She prepped everyone else at the gym, so when I go in, all my ladies gather round and hm-hmmm and approve. Ali came back and stayed with me, so I had her with me all the minutes of my weekend. People came by to see her and we painted my door. The next weekend was all my college friends at the beach. That was loud and fun and I was reminded how great it can be to play games in a living room. Oh, and Karen moved in. I have many Karens, including a fantastic Karen who moved to town with her family. But the one who moved in is Math and Ice Cream Karen. She teaches math and makes ice cream. Both useful, but I expect to try making ice cream before I go back to learning math. (Which I should totally do while I've got her, because I want to take the PE (a big engineering exam) next spring.) So I come home to lights and dinner some nights.
So there's lots, and even lots more I'm not getting done. I have got to get my winter garden planted, or I will have to... horrors! buy chard. I need to catch up with the friends that I ruthlessly refused to eat lunch with during the swim season. So long as the pool is open, swimming is more important than friends. Except that now the pool is closed and I miss them. I'm not working out particularly diligently and would like to add in yoga or dance. I'm going to take Judaism class, did I tell you? I'm not religious; atheist, in fact. But if I were religious, I'd be Jewish and I figure I should know more about the religion I'm not practicing. So that will take up my last free evening of the week. Like I said, I feel saturated, mostly in a good way. That's what my summer was like. I'm sorry I haven't written more, but I haven't had time to craft blog entries, with two interweaving themes that build to an unexpected moral. That's what I aim for, and as you can see, instead I've got plain recounting, which is not as good. But better to fill you in and get back in here.
Miss you, hon. When are you coming to visit?