many females around my age went through a stage where the little mermaid was the cat’s meow. This stage included (and potentially still includes, ahem) endlessly singing the songs – particularly breaking out into ‘part of your world’ when you happen upon a large upward slanting rock (you know what I’m talking about), pretending to have fins whenever swimming, and shooting out of the water while epically flipping your hair back (as though, while hanging out with a sea-witch at the bottom of the ocean, you were just granted legs and must rush to the surface for your first gasp of air as a human…)
Inexplicably summer is over, as the currently yo-yoing temperature readily indicates. After classes ended last month I had only about three weeks of summer to myself, to my freedom. At first I felt sad that summer was finishing because it was so short for me – but then I remembered I have been liberated from the september drudgery of returning to classes. So I am still free. Which is fantastic. Being liberated in the fall may even be better than summer freedom as september and october are my favourite months. Naturally I am spending way to much time knitting, I really should be balancing it more with pleasure reading. Such a hard life.
The last official ha-rah of summer took place at Dave’s cottage with friends. Despite some dreary weather, much fun was had – with the exception of the FOUR HOUR LONG interruption that was the Battlestar Galatica board game. Naturally I annoyed everyone by keeping my camera in their faces.