Comments on: August. http://www.mytopography.com/2009/08/22/august/ the shape of daily life Mon, 15 Mar 2010 21:33:46 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Heather http://www.mytopography.com/2009/08/22/august/comment-page-1/#comment-10021 Heather Mon, 31 Aug 2009 20:57:40 +0000 http://www.mytopography.com/?p=1608#comment-10021 I want to remember my travels to Taos and LA and NY and Lopez Island. Summer sun in Seattle and hardly any rain! New friends, new foods (try goat brie--it is amazing)! Long, warm nights where it stays light until 9p.m. Outdoor concerts and picnics and picking blackberries on my street. I want to remember my travels to Taos and LA and NY and Lopez Island. Summer sun in Seattle and hardly any rain! New friends, new foods (try goat brie–it is amazing)! Long, warm nights where it stays light until 9p.m. Outdoor concerts and picnics and picking blackberries on my street.

]]> By: Lafe http://www.mytopography.com/2009/08/22/august/comment-page-1/#comment-10018 Lafe Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:22:56 +0000 http://www.mytopography.com/?p=1608#comment-10018 August? The whole summer is a blur... playing on the enormous stage at summerfest in San Diego. 7,000 miles of back-roads, family owned diners, gigs in new places. Our abused, rescue beagle "Lilla" overcoming shyness bit by bit, smiling with an under-bite at curious, delighted toddlers at farmers' markets while Coco and I sang to the fruits and vegetables. Learning a few words in Greek from a laughing waitress in a formal gown (?). I'll never know why she was dressed that way. I don't want to know. August? Counting Crows, Bruce Springsteen and the Seeger Sessions, discovering this blog through Sun. And here I was, coffee in hand, ready to forget everything about August. "Some folks live for others. Some live in their dreams. Some live like tomorrow was Already history." (from the song: "charlene", on "Cafe Loco") August? The whole summer is a blur… playing on the enormous stage at summerfest in San Diego.
7,000 miles of back-roads, family owned diners, gigs in new places.
Our abused, rescue beagle “Lilla” overcoming shyness bit by bit, smiling with an under-bite at curious, delighted toddlers at farmers’ markets while Coco and I sang to the fruits and vegetables.
Learning a few words in Greek from a laughing waitress in a formal gown (?). I’ll never know why she was dressed that way. I don’t want to know.
August? Counting Crows, Bruce Springsteen and the Seeger Sessions, discovering this blog through Sun.
And here I was, coffee in hand, ready to forget everything about August.

“Some folks live for others.
Some live in their dreams.
Some live like tomorrow was
Already history.” (from the song: “charlene”, on “Cafe Loco”)

]]> By: Brianna http://www.mytopography.com/2009/08/22/august/comment-page-1/#comment-9979 Brianna Mon, 24 Aug 2009 21:16:01 +0000 http://www.mytopography.com/?p=1608#comment-9979 I want to remember my birthday and my amazing friends who made it special for me. I want to remember the sweet new boy in my life who is making it happen despite being 500 miles away (stupid, stupid distance). I want to remember that it needs to be a time to look forward and find the future. I want to remember my birthday and my amazing friends who made it special for me. I want to remember the sweet new boy in my life who is making it happen despite being 500 miles away (stupid, stupid distance). I want to remember that it needs to be a time to look forward and find the future.

]]> By: The Furry Godmother http://www.mytopography.com/2009/08/22/august/comment-page-1/#comment-9978 The Furry Godmother Mon, 24 Aug 2009 18:33:29 +0000 http://www.mytopography.com/?p=1608#comment-9978 Everything. I just want to remember everything. Everything. I just want to remember everything.

]]> By: Steph http://www.mytopography.com/2009/08/22/august/comment-page-1/#comment-9977 Steph Sun, 23 Aug 2009 22:51:20 +0000 http://www.mytopography.com/?p=1608#comment-9977 What a lovely post. Those last few lines from A Warning are breathtaking. I want to remember lazy hazy afternoons spent on the deck with a good book, the sheen of hot humid days, crashing on the couch with my husband and the dog in front of an oscillating fan to watch a movie, corn on the cob, cool summer dresses, fresh tomatoes and shooting stars. Thank you for making me stop to think and write about this. What a lovely post. Those last few lines from A Warning are breathtaking.

I want to remember lazy hazy afternoons spent on the deck with a good book, the sheen of hot humid days, crashing on the couch with my husband and the dog in front of an oscillating fan to watch a movie, corn on the cob, cool summer dresses, fresh tomatoes and shooting stars.

Thank you for making me stop to think and write about this.

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