Thursday, September 09, 2004

the sound of your voice when you stop talking

one day I realized that now, at this time in my life, I am supposed to be the grown-ups.

some days this fills me with giggling. other days, with panic, as the implications settle in: if I am the people who are supposed to be in charge, no one is really driving this thing. but okay, we can drive inside it. (I, myself, should not drive anything more mechanically complicated than a shopping cart--hopefully some of y'all are more astute.) it's September, when the year always seems to begin and end. soon the leaves are going to turn and fall, and I'll be complaining about how cold my wood floors are in the mornings. I've never managed to shake the school-days sense that September is a chance to start again, the real new year, and that this time I might get it right. who knows? maybe one day it'll happen.
for now, check out the weird stuff on the side of the road. argue with me about whether we ought to have turned five kilometres back. help me figure out how to get back onto the highway. we're going to see the sights.

2 comments:

Jennifer said...

Congratulations on your blog-dom! I am excited, seeing as reading other people's blogs is something that I do entirely too much of these days.

xoxo Matilda

ps you should set up your comments so that "anonymous" folks (i.e non-blogger members) can comment too.

Adam said...

I however, have a Blogger account. Welcome to the wonderful world of blogging, now I have another way to waste time instead of working! As long as you post more than my drummer does...