Recently Sugar wrote in her blog and it reminded me that I was the lucky one who happened to find this girl The Summer She Turned Pretty. Anyway this is what she wrote. “I was reading an article about someone who moved several times as a child and he mentioned that each relocation gave him an opportunity to reinvent himself. And I get that. When we moved to Hawaii, I changed the part in my hair (a symbolic gesture?) and made a promise to myself to not be afraid to try new things and to be more open to people. I was sixteen years old. This new yet still old me skinny dipped with the neighbor girls the first week I was there - something I couldn't imagine doing prior to the move. And I even joined the girl's track team at Kalani - a bold move in that I can't say I was particularly athletic or into team sports. And here I am, sixty years later, still game to try new things.”.
Don't you wish they would stop, all the thoughts
swirling around in your head, bees in a hive, dancers
tapping their way across the stage? I should rake the leaves
in the carport, buy Christmas lights. Was there really life on Mars?
What will I cook for dinner? I walk up the driveway,
put out the garbage bins. I should stop using plastic bags,
visit my friend whose husband just left her for the Swedish nanny.
I wish I hadn't said Patrick's painting looked "ominous."
Maybe that's why he hasn't called. Does the car need oil again?
There's a hole in the ozone the size of Texas and everything
seems to be speeding up. Come, let's stand by the window
and look out at the light on the field. Let's watch how the clouds
cover the sun and almost nothing stirs in the grass.
