Wednesday, September 22, 2010

It is over




The summer of 2010 is done.

I will not forget this one. The battlefields are emptying out, and the humanitarians are moving in to sort bones and carry off the wounded. My arm is well on the mend, and I'm picking up my life and stacking my blocks back together. It occurred to me this morning, for instance, that I could go play golf this afternoon, and there is no earthly reason not to other than the Stockholm Syndrome that connects me to this house, my cell of 4 months.

Other friends have taken beatings, and faced up to some scary adversaries as well, yet all remain to fight another day. If you think this is melodramatic, I am here to tell you, there was nothing mellow about it. Summer 2010 will leave its scars.

Here's to the survivors, may fall revive us all.

Juancho

8 comments:

lopo said...

Salud! Now go away, Summer.

Ms. Moon said...

No shit. Here's hoping.

Human Wrecking Ball said...
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Human Wrecking Ball said...

The one thought I am left with is this: It's a little funny how everything is fine one second and the next, your life is changed forever.
Here's to better times and a long stretch of boredom.

juancho said...

Yes. Tonight I referred to it as the Plaxico Burress effect.

Fat Lad said...

Amen to that brother!

Magnum said...

The only fall we see coming, and I'm looking forward to it.

The Old Bag said...

Bring on the bare trees and cold winds!

...did I really just say that?