Summer, which hasn't been my favorite season in awhile now.

[blustocking]

It seems rare anymore that a person of my age can look back on childhood wistfully. Even more rare that my parents are still together and seemingly happy, or at least tolerant of each other's behavior after over 30 years. When I went to turn my fan on tonight, a nightly ritual, I thought about how I used to lay on the bare hardwood floors in the summer, wrapped in the quilt my Grandma made. I would place a pillow directly in front of my favorite floor fan, the steely-grey one that made a sufficient amount of noise and nap, read, or make my voice all warbly through the fan's whirring blades, usually talking to Corky, the younger of our two indoor dogs. I used to run around the house, bare feet on cool hardwood floor, popsicle in one hand, red-orange, tattered feather boa held in the other, trailing enough of it behind as to entice the dog to follow suit...with, and I know you'll love this, Anne Murray playing on the 8-track. It was one of the few 8-tracks we had that I liked, besides the Christmas ones. I had a favorite sundress, one shoulder strap, bright yellow, green and blue. It was twirly. All girls, and maybe some boys, know what a twirly sundress is I think. The one where you would spin around and around to see the bottom spin outward. The one which was as fascinating to watch as it was to make you feel like a princess, complete with your glass slippers of sparkly jelly-shoes to match. Hot summer days when I didn't care what I looked like in a bathing suit or that the warm rays from the sun will eventually give you cancer. Days when myself and a friend would dump out some change from my father's big coffee can of coins so that we could walk up to the community center pool and pretend we were dolphins or mermaids.

to be continued...possibly.
I'm tired.

Comments

[filleinvisible.livejournal.com]

: )