I love the New Yorker magazine. I am a subscriber. I also find the New Yorker to be, at times,
completely freaking overwhelming!
At the moment I'm three issues behind, and I'm pretty sure there will be another one waiting in my mailbox when I go to the post office tomorrow. *sigh* Why, oh why, does it have to be so dang interesting? And why can I not let myself skip anything. I mean, I should just skim the articles that are not my absolute favorite, so I can get on to the next issue. But I can't. It's like there is this 900 pound gorilla standing behind me, ready to pummel me if I fail to adequately absorb every syllable. In the last three weeks I have learned about birding in China, tenure and racism at Barnard College, and George Clooney's unbearable charm. For heaven's sake woman! Let it go!!!
In other news, we're experiencing a heat wave. On the Island. Oh, and we live in the MIDDLE of the island, so we aren't blessed with as much of the ocean breezes as the coast. But we're not exactly the Mojave desert either. Our little community here has been moaning for three days about how ungodly hot it is. Can I just say, the temperature peaked at 90 today? 90 degrees people! When I have lived here for many years and have grown accustomed to the mild, almost unwaveringly perfect weather, please, please,
please, smack me if I ever complain about a whopping 90 degrees! Especially when the beach, where it's maybe 83 degrees with a gentle ocean wind, is just five miles away.
I told S. today that I almost feel like we live on vacation. Seriously. Sometimes it's almost embarrassing how lovely it is here. We were sitting on the beach; Nathan was playing with a school mate and Ella was sleeping on the blanket near us. I looked out at the harbor and watched a woman standing on her surf board and paddling around looking at the fish. A few kayakers floated by and a fisherman pulled in his lines. A sailboat drifted lazily around the harbor and kids dug for shells on the shore. Campers wandered down from the campground to swim and dogs chased rocks in the waves. Is that not a travel ad??? Two days ago we went for a walk along the reservoir near our house. We saw three rare birds, including a bald eagle feeding beside the water, and a herd of bison with calves just a few months old. They eyed us nervously until it was clear we were heading away from their camp. Woohoo. It's like Swiss Family Robinson with refrigeration and the internet!
Maybe were just in a honeymoon stage here; after all, we could end up with serious Island Fever some day. (And if I do, please refer me back to this post and tell me to
snap out of it!) But for the time being, I am so in love with where we are in life. I know I risk seriously jinxing myself by saying this, but life is good. And I am grateful.