Posted on 29 August 2014
In my MFA workshop this week, we talked about the writing work we may or may not have accomplished over the summer months. The general consensus in the room was of guilt and shame and regret — you know, standard writer stuff. Such is life. I know I didn’t meet all my incredibly unrealistic goals, but I did get some good work done. More on that later. For now, I present my summer photo roundup, aka proof of why I didn’t write thousands of pages this summer.
First, there was the painting. My old house desperately needs paint everywhere. I didn’t get to every room, not by a long shot, but it started to feel like it:
But seriously. There was a lot of paint happening this summer. Not an insignificant amount landed on my clothes, skin, hair, and even, in one unfortunate case, right in my eye.
Then there was the total front porch rehab.
And don’t get me started on this fun little project:
At least it turned out okay in the end:
I did manage to have some fun when I wasn’t drowning in house stuff. Like my trip with Peter out west, where we camped:
And saw amazing things like the world’s largest fiberglass cow:
Plus the wonders of Yellowstone:
And climbing to great heights:
Oh, and bison. So many bison.
Even when the trip came to an end, the good times didn’t stop. My friend Rose and I decided to embrace life’s messiness at a mud run:
And the Gay Games came to Cleveland:
But then all of a sudden it was only days before I had to return to the MFA program. I realized, at this point, that throughout my busy summer, I neglected all the gardening work I’d pledged to do. Oops:
And now summer is over and this is what I have to look forward to:
In other words: I’m back! See you soon.