A Month Full of
Sundays
Hello again.
It’s been a month full of Sundays since I last wrote. Well,
not a month full of Sundays exactly
(I’m being hyperbolic, as I am want to do), but it has been a very long time.
Speaking of a very long time, that’s what “a month full of
Sundays” means! It’s one of those wonderful, ol’ idioms that have been swept under
the rug, lost to cultural dementia.
Some wonderful people have been asking ‘why a month full of
Sundays?’ No, I will not stop writing this blog when 30 Sundays, pushing 8
months, has passed, on the dot.
Instead, I hope to be writing it for “a month full of
Sundays” in that old-timey sense of the phrase: for a very, very long time!
It started this summer in Austin, endured a hiatus in Santa
Barbara as I packed up a frenzy, and now will travel with me to Bali, where I
will be living and studying for close to four months.
Fingers crossed I do not get bitten by a rabid animal! My
twin sister seemed really concerned as we said goodbye in LAX that I will forget
that not all dogs are my friends, especially the rabid ones.
May you too not be love-bitten by a rabid monkey as school
ascends and the leaves start to fall!
Goodbye again.
For now.
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