Since I haven't written anything on here in ages, I thought I'd do a brief catch-up post in the laziest manner possible: random impressions barely formatted into paragraphs.
H.J. and I just got back from this summer's second visit to Rangeley, Maine. We kayaked and hiked with Kenny, played pitch, and took lots of car trips with Mom & Dad. On one day trip to Skowhegan, we met a former Elvis impersonator/stroke victim and his conversation-starved wife at the Empire Diner. His speech came out mostly garbled and unintelligible but was punctuated by an occasional jarring "Hey!" Now he looks more like Kenny Rogers than Elvis. I felt sad for both of them, but I will admit I also wanted to eat my taco salad.
I'm currently reading an Elizabeth Bowen book called Eva Trout. It had a slowish start, but it's gotten progressively better. I don't know what it is about this subgenre of British women fiction authors (Murdoch, Bowen, Spark) that I love so much, but they really appeal to me. Could it be all the psychosexual drama?
The last book I read was Jon Krakauer's Under the Banner of Heaven, which is specifically about two Mormon Fundamentalist brothers who killed a woman and infant and more generally about the history of Mormonism. Since I read it, I've been reinterpreting every Low lyric I ever memorized ("Speak to me / Adam and Eve / O Missouri.")
I expected this to be the best summer ever, but instead it's felt like it's never really gotten off the ground. It's seemed both out of its groove (socially) and grindingly depressing (work). Something's gotta give.
I just found out we are going to two weddings on consecutive weekends in November. I need a new dress.
Sure sign that I'm officially old: Capping off an evening by drinking beer and listening to the Sebadoh 3 rerelease in the dark with friends.
That's all for now.
