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by Pearl Forrester
Summer hurts me. Admittedly I take summer too personally, but when daylight drags on for more than 4 hours at a stretch I start to feel this gnawing guilt that I should be outside or something. I loathe being outside for I cannot bear the sound of people having fun, unless it somehow involves me. However, I don't want to be involved - still, I don't want others going around having their summer fun with their jet-skis and sunglasses and tawny-ness and outdoor dining and the picnics and open car windows as they drive down the freeway. I mean - how do you think that makes me feel!!!! To celebrate the arrival of fall, I conducted many of my usual rituals: I left my down comforter on my bed, where it had been all summer and it was there I would snuggle into it, bidding dreams of autumn to come into my head. Then, promptly at 12:01 a.m. September 1st , I got all my sweaters out, refolded them, and stacked them in my closet. I had my car immediately winterized and I have my ice scraper at the ready. And I eagerly await, with burbling anticipation, not leaving my condo for another six months. Merry Christmas to you and yours but mostly me, Pearl [posted 9/97] |
Lawgiver
Pearl here. Well, I think I speak for a lot of people when I
say that it isn't summer anymore. And boy, am I glad. I
really get sick of people having fun and talking buoyantly
as if they're having a good time. I try to go about my
business, wearing my winter coat and galoshes as if it were
still wonderful winter, but the rest of the upper hemisphere
won't cooperate.