August 1st, 2008
July into August
“No I don’t want to battle from beginning to end / I don’t want to cycle, recycle revenge / I don’t want to follow death and all of his friends”
—Coldplay
“See? They just can’t help hitting on me.”
—Ross, 7/31/08
I could feel the weight of August start even yesterday, pressing. It doesn’t help that it was Pete’s last day, this end of something old dragging the best month into the lesser one, arms heavy, ready to pull down, one week after another. I’m such a jerk, because this August is going to be awesome, filled with way more wonderful things than I deserve, but despite its summer setting, August always feels somewhat like a slug, something steep.
For all the ribbing and jabs and jolts, for all the talk about the continuum and that crap, I just wasn’t ready. I’m still not. But I have to take all the great things August is offering and be grateful.
Nastia/Shawn/Alicia/Etc in Beijing, looking so starstruck and proud! National Night Out, Wino Wednesday, dinner at K-10’s on Thursday. 8-08-08 … THE OLYMPICS!!!!!! The tea shower so lovingly prepared by my sisters, I can’t wait for that. THE OLYMPICS!!!!, the fair, the heat that I cherish while everyone else sinks. The DNC, the RNC, the speculation. The free-er weekends, when they come. And then into September, which will feel better, I hope.
It’ll be a good month, no worries. I’m just getting ready for the next stage.
And tomorrow to Iowa for Allison and Justin’s wedding woooo! I haven’t been there in quite a long time. I’m looking forward to the last wedding of ’08 – except for ours of course, I guess that’s the real last one, but that’s different.
How can I possibly top 2008? We’ll see. Happy August.