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29 August 2009 @ 05:14 am
August is made for warm summer nights. It is made for wading through cool black creek waters, for bare feet, for backyards, for squeezing out every last drop of summery goodness.
August is always the strangest month -- something about the combination of the warm muggy weather and the ever present sense of the approaching end of summer. Lately, I've been filling in the cracks of another lazy summer at home with copious amounts of reading. I have been consuming books at a ridiculous rate and it's been wonderful. It's come to a bit of a standstill, however, with For Whom the Bell Tolls. I am enjoying it, but just a little more slowly -- it is not the kind of book I think one eats up in a few days.
Thus August (and most of July before that) has been teeming with books, and maybe that's not quite what summer should be about but it was fun and satisfying. Though I do admit that when I looked up from the pages and saw the end of summer so near, I felt a little disappointed. But maybe I always do.
Tonight was my last night of summer. I ended it in style with one last party -- no theme, just a dinner party in the backyard, with good food and company and the warm fuzzy feelings required at such thing.
August is always the strangest month -- something about the combination of the warm muggy weather and the ever present sense of the approaching end of summer. Lately, I've been filling in the cracks of another lazy summer at home with copious amounts of reading. I have been consuming books at a ridiculous rate and it's been wonderful. It's come to a bit of a standstill, however, with For Whom the Bell Tolls. I am enjoying it, but just a little more slowly -- it is not the kind of book I think one eats up in a few days.
Thus August (and most of July before that) has been teeming with books, and maybe that's not quite what summer should be about but it was fun and satisfying. Though I do admit that when I looked up from the pages and saw the end of summer so near, I felt a little disappointed. But maybe I always do.
Tonight was my last night of summer. I ended it in style with one last party -- no theme, just a dinner party in the backyard, with good food and company and the warm fuzzy feelings required at such thing.
16 July 2009 @ 02:57 am
Oh lordy! I, of course, saw the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last night and it was so wonderful. I absolutely came away from it satisfied, and with more good feeling than bad.
I could go on and on with all my thoughts, but I think the most noteworthy part of the movie for me was the end. When Harry revealed the fake locket and and told Hermione (and a strangely lurking Ron) that he wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts, leading the way for the final installments, it was the weirdest. Even though there are still two more movies, it's pretty crazy that it's all almost over. I am so excited for what's to come -- for seeing Harry Potter movies so very different from the rest, for seeing all the things I love so much about the last book on screen -- but at the same time I'm apprehensive. It all goes along with the feeling of being older than most of the people at the premiere and of not knowing if we'd all be together when the final film came out, the very summer that we'll graduate.
Somehow, Harry Potter always seems to fit perfectly with my life, which I love. And which I think is a sure sign that I need to get another tattoo this summer!
I could go on and on with all my thoughts, but I think the most noteworthy part of the movie for me was the end. When Harry revealed the fake locket and and told Hermione (and a strangely lurking Ron) that he wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts, leading the way for the final installments, it was the weirdest. Even though there are still two more movies, it's pretty crazy that it's all almost over. I am so excited for what's to come -- for seeing Harry Potter movies so very different from the rest, for seeing all the things I love so much about the last book on screen -- but at the same time I'm apprehensive. It all goes along with the feeling of being older than most of the people at the premiere and of not knowing if we'd all be together when the final film came out, the very summer that we'll graduate.
Somehow, Harry Potter always seems to fit perfectly with my life, which I love. And which I think is a sure sign that I need to get another tattoo this summer!