Summer's Left the Building

Summer Seat
Originally uploaded by evita2005.

Dearest Lady Ursula! I shudder to announce that with the departure of my last house guest and the settling of the clouds overhead, summer has left the building. Soon I will be called to duty as covert operator in the corridors of institutional power, hiding behind the monotone plainess of the everyday to learn the ways of youth and assess their pursuit of proper punctuation.

This summer was the summer of my (plastic :) surgery. The summer of book reading and movie watching and the thump-thump of my thump-thump at the winning grinning of M. Depp. The summer of dwelling on other people's obsessions, such as yours at your escritoire, and scheming a way out of the dreary of the daily with the help of my able cocktail coach, Ethan. The summer of being thankful at the vigor of my cell tissue and of contemplating the shape of my new organ I should cultivate in its stead-- perhaps it should be the organ of a new balance?

Yes, the summer saunters and slinks away like Kate Moss up the catwalk, to return next year, chic, heels clicking and decked in dashingness, yes, like the wit of a Wilde.


To sum up, I have squandered this summer on hospitable idleness. And yourself?