An agitation of the air, A perturbation of the light Admonished me the unloved year Would turn on its hinge that night.
I stood in the disenchanted field Amid the stubble and the stones, Amazed, while a small worm lisped to me The song of my marrow-bones.
Blue poured into summer blue, A hawk broke from his cloudless tower, The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew That part of my life was over.
Already the iron door of the north Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows Order their populations forth, And a cruel wind blows. - End of Summer by Stanley Kunitz
Yes, it's true, another summer come and gone. While the past few days have been warm, sunny, gorgeous September days, the chill of fall has already crept on in. When she arrived, I have no idea, but you can already feel her presence in the air, as well as stirring in my coffee cup (I've already had THREE Salted Carmel Mocha's from Starbucks, my version of the PSL. Too soon?) Summer this year rushed by, as it usually does. It was full of long days at work, trying to catch up on rest and endlessly wishing there were more hours in a day to catch up with friends (oh why must we all be so driven and busy?). But that doesn't mean I didn't find time to relax and getaway. There were multiple escapes to Long Island with my honey as well as one stellar week's vacation in Southern California. There were also some killer meals, some eaten out on the town, some made by yours truly, as I have proudly become quite the cook and now spend most of my evenings happily over a hot stove.
Above: (clockwise) Rob lounges in the backyard of my childhood home, SD, Ca.; I am an aunt times two! Sage welcomes baby sister Charleigh into this wild world; sunbathing on a hidden beach off the PCH; Rob making my brother, Joey giggle over dinner; Rob belly laughing over lunch at the phrase 'Meat Sweats'; Morning meeting at James Perse gets cozy; Dan, Rob and I eat a savory and sweet meal at Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles. Below: (clockwise) Rob teaches best friend/cousin Louis the art of BBQ; Rob's birthday cake pancake's I made from scratch (dusts shoulder's off); Louis waters the plants on July 4th; Motorcyclists in LA; Blowing out the candles at my parent's house; Lounging in Long Island.
One of the things I'm most proud of though from this summer has been the complete redecoration of my apartment. Slowly but surely, my quaint little studio has taken on a darling facelift, with freshly painted walls, a new refrigerator and bathroom sink, new artwork (including a drawing of my father's from 1975), and sooo many succulents (they are THE BEST house plant. Water every nine days? No problem!).
Above: Visiting Rachel's charming dorm building in the old Gilbert Hotel, LA; I see BLUE! Repainting my apartment; My father's artwork from Christmas of '75; New succulent friends; My grandparent's burial plaque I visited for the first time Long Beach, CA; Night time at The Griffith Observatory; Rebel's without a cause; Beach frolicking.
With all the work I've done recently to make my home more 'me', I'm almost sad to be leaving it for a few months... but not sad enough. Yes, this time next month, I will be on the road again (start singing Willie Nelson song) with the second national tour of A Christmas Story The Musical, this time touring 8 fabulous cities in the West Coast and South West (I may have to buy an extra suitcase to hold all the turquoise I will no doubt hoard from our time in Albuquerque). I am teeming with excitement to once again work with some of my favorite people on a show that is sooo fun and in absolute disbelief that it has been a year since my journey with Big League (the production company) began. View dates and locations HERE. But for now, I am all about enjoying the changing of seasons. Stanley Kunitz may view fall's winds as 'cruel' but I welcome them with open arms, happy to feel cold for the first time in months and excited for all the future holds.