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The Silence of June June 27, 2013

Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.
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Each morning, I think maybe I’ll write a blog post. Each morning, I don’t. Something stops me—the everyday work and tasks, or something I hear on the news or read on the Internet that paralyzes me with sadness or depression or hopelessness or envy, and I just don’t want to talk about it, or anything.

Vermont has been hot and wet and humid and more like summer in Maryland than summer in Vermont.

This month, I have continued negotiations with a potential new client. I have schmoozed with trustees. (Elsewhere, for a few hours, I was a schmoozee.) I have washed all the windows. I have asked for a raise. I have paid my taxes. I have gone to farmers markets and broken down buying-club orders. I have played pétanque. I have had my appliances serviced and my car recalled. I have spent time with usual-suspect friends and with new friends and with friends I seldom see but am getting to know better. I have wondered why I never see certain friends anymore. I have wondered if I am at all likeable. I have biked and birded and walked and worked out. I have caught glimpses of my aging body and thought WTF? I have gone to the theater, alone, in the cool sweet dark on a hot afternoon. I have watched the much-anticipated fourth season of Arrested Development, and I have begun another tour through Buffy during home workouts. I have dutifully dragged the trash and recycling to the curb each Sunday night. I have been on a beautiful boat on Lake George and have soaked in a hot tub. I have gotten tipsy and bought another painting. I have devoured Mark Bittmann’s VB6. I have introduced myself to the most interesting man in the world. I have finally worn that dress I got for my birthday. I have admitted gift defeat and sent my 14-year-old nephew a gift card aside his sister’s more dimensional offering. I have tried to keep the feeders full. I have called the guy to take the oil tank away. I have checked so many items off the list and have not checked so many items off the list. I have wondered how, when I finally get work again, I will get anything else done. I have wished that the robin outside my house would stop singing Satie’s “Gnossienne No. 1,” as it has become an earworm. I have stuck Emily’s butterfly stickers on my lobes and called them earrings. I have eaten lots of strawberries.

I wish for summer time, to read, to write, to sun, to swim.

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Comments»

1. Bridgett - June 28, 2013

I have wondered if I am at all likeable. –I have this wonder almost every season.

I have summer “time” this year, and it is beautiful. But this post is more so.

2. Eulalia Benejam Cobb - June 29, 2013

Actually, when I read it, it sounds like a pretty good summer to me.

3. Mali - July 3, 2013

I agree with Lali. It sounds wonderful. Though you sund a bit sad. And I think you are one of the most awesomely likeable people I’ve never met!

Oh, and I have to ask, by any chance, did you get tipsy when you were playing petanque?

Mali - July 3, 2013

Sund, sound, stupid iPad writing in bed …

4. Helen - July 3, 2013

Your silence is truly golden.

And I don’t know about in person, but in print you’re eminently likeable. And possibly the most interesting woman in the world.

5. Dona - July 24, 2013

Completely understand this post, IB. Completely.


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