July 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

After months of anticipation, I think it is finally summer in Maine.

Accordingly, last weekend was spent engaged in pursuits such as sun laying, lobster eating, creek sitting, strolling, strawberry picking, badminton playing, and grilling various things in various backyards and driveways.

On Thursday, we went to a play on the waterfront, which got thunderstormed-out in a very dramatic way when dark clouds rolled over the park, a stagehand ran out from behind the set yelling, “Stop! Everyone stop!” and the actors suddenly broke character to help all the audience members fold up our chairs and cover them with tarps. We made it just as the rain and lightning started.

But before all that, I was watching the play and thinking, “I should audition for a play. A play would be so fun. How hard can acting be?” and having a series of fantasies about my new side career in small-town summer stock. But then I was like – wait, what gender would I play? And then I got stuck. Something to add to the list of potentially charming small-town activities I feel uncomfortable participating in because of gender. Also, contra dancing. I am collecting a handful of very dear queer friends here, but still, life outside the queer bubble is taking a little bit of getting used to.

My brother left last night, and I’m feeling a little tragic about it. He’s gone to Texas for an indeterminate amount of time, to fight for love or something.

He’s been gone less than 24 hours and I already feel so different. Suddenly there is no one around to play music with me, go kayaking with me, eat lobster with me, teach me about beer, walk to the co-op with me, or make fancy bacon-wrapped jalapeño poppers in the middle of the night. I miss him.

Despite these challenges, summer is amazing. To shake my sadness over my brother leaving, I went for a hike yesterday up my favorite mountain. I can’t even explain how incredible Maine weather can be. I think it is necessary for the summer to be excruciatingly gorgeous, to make up for nine grueling months of winter.

I couldn’t stand to be inside at all yesterday, so after I got back from my hike I promptly fell asleep on the gravel driveway in the last patch of late afternoon sunlight.

It is only 8am this morning and already the sun is filtering through the leaves into my room, a warm breeze is fluttering the papers on my desk, tiny cartoon birds are singing outside my window, etc. I’m about to get in my car and drive to Philadelphia for an AORTA retreat, and though I am so excited I wish I could close my eyes and be there instantly, I’m also kind of looking forward to that long, windblown, windows-down, loud music road trip feeling. It is a perfect day for it.

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