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“I went to a Catholic school, so of course we had to wear uniforms. My only form of expression was in shoes and the style of my hair.”

August 18, 2015

The hoopla is over, the festivities finished. The floor is covered in confetti. The balloons have lost helium and now are floating close to the ground. The cake is but a memory, a sweet memory. Last night my friends took me to dinner at the South African restaurant. It was the culminating event. Now my birthday is put away for another year.

The heat continues. We are still living behind closed doors and shuttered windows. Yesterday It became official. Boston is in the midst of a heat wave, three consecutive days above 90˚. We have been a bit cooler thanks to the ocean so no heat wave. The high 80’s don’t rate. They are just plain hot days.

Usually by this time in the summer, I’d done everything so many times I was getting bored. The joy of playing outside late had lost its luster. It was no longer a novelty. It was too hot during the day to do much. We’d bike ride, stop at a shady spot and just sit there until the sweat had stopped rolling down our cheeks, and we were cool enough to get back on our bikes. At every bubbler we’d drink water and wet our heads so we’d feel cooler. Bottled water was a long way in the future. Behind the town hall was a bubbler and another was in the middle of the field at the back of the baseball diamond near my house. That last one gave me the energy to get up the hill to my house.

We’d never have admitted it but it was exciting to get new clothes even if it was for school. We always got new shoes and socks and one new outfit for the first day of school because we didn’t have to wear our uniforms that day. We’d shop with my mother for the new outfit. The rest of the school clothes she’d just buy without us. The new white blouses and new blue skirts, our school uniforms, were never exciting so we didn’t care what my mother chose. It wasn’t as if there were a lot of options.

When I worked, I’d be back full time by now. Seldom did that mean new clothes for me.The excitement was gone.

“We got nukes, we got knives, we got sharp sticks.”

August 9, 2014

If I were to look up the word beautiful in the dictionary, I would see a picture of today. It is a cool, bright sunny morning which will be warmer by afternoon, in the mid to high 70’s, and by tonight will be back to the 60’s, perfect for sleeping. The long-range temperature looks the same for the whole week.

Today on syfi is unfriendly alien day. They are fighting for world domination and the total destruction of the human race. Despite early setbacks, we always win. A day watching a few science fiction movies would make aliens beware. Right now lizards are causing global warming to make Earth habitable for them. Nothing is worse than intelligent lizards.

When I was a kid, around this time or a bit later in August, I’d start to get bored. What entertained me in June was tiresome as the summer was ending. School wouldn’t start until after Labor Day so there I was trying to find something to keep me busy. The playground closed in August, there were no matinees on Saturdays all summer, I’d read more books than I could remember and I’d biked all over, including to East Boston, a harrowing trip on Route 1A, or at least that’s what my mother thought. As for me, it was fun. Anyway, I remember wanting to go horseback riding, but my mother said no and wouldn’t give me the money. “There’s nothing to do in this whole town except to go horseback riding,” was my response. I think it rated a Tony. No one is more dramatic than a 12-year-old girl.

Last week I was busy. This week my dance card is empty. I haven’t a single appointment or social event. I’ll do laundry mid-week but that doesn’t rate an entry.