paved with good intentions, blah blah

I had such plans for the summer, friends. Remember when I thought that this summer would bring me "nothing but free time"? How hopeful and misguided that thought was. I'd planned to read the complete works of Henry James, and finally get more than a chapter into "Brideshead Revisited", and read a book a week recommended by the Sunday Times book review. I'd planned to take capoeira classes, and to run along Lake Michigan, and to bike with Chicago's Critical Mass.

Have I done a single one of these things? No. But I have overcome my trepidation of sitting on the second-floor sunporch sans pants, so I've been doing a lot of semiclothed porch sitting! Which may or may not go hand-in-hand with a new appreciation of cheap beer served ice-cold. I swear, when you pour a High Life Light into a proper glass, and have several, you'll barely even know it was $12 for a case.


Jen said...

This is a huge problem of mine. When I moved to New York a year ago, my roommate and I had grand plans for "cultural days" every other weekend or so. We'd go to museums, see plays, etc.

The reality? Not so much. In our defense, we only have one shared day off. And we're going to a dance festival next week. But most of our time has been spent being lazy.

London_Calling said...

You must must must read Brideshead Revisited. I'm always pushing that book on people - it's one of my top three.