It Could be Sweet

It started off so grand, like the gleaming promise of a fresh new sketchbook, with a not-yet-cracked spine and its white pages begging for charcoal or lead or heck, even crayon to color them with creativity...And it ended with such a dull, soft surrender, like water lapping at the shoreline of a tiny, small pond overtaken by lily pads and weeds. Strangled. Suffocated.

There were banana splits at midnight. And a picnic in the park

There was a failed attempt at Romeo & Juliet tickets

The marathon rejection letter came, the disappointment followed

There was one Yankees game that was followed by 72 hours of sheer madness, the kind that makes you shake your head and say what in the f*ck just happened

There were.....a few 10 mile runs, a fantastic 12 mile run, two halves added to the calendar (one in Chicago the other in Queens) and then.....a week of terrible runs, cramps, new injuries, hope started fading; the finish line stopped being a reality and became a dream again

One wedding was in fact, drama free, and the best time I had all summer and the flights out to Denver were on-time and without delays

The new iMacs were launched, finally, and I have yet to get my hands on one...

The tickets for the US Open are for me and my friend (who is almost as obsessed with the open as I) to enjoy next Tuesday night, just a few days short of a date I want to forever forget...especially this year

There will be a Labor Day getaway to Lake Erie, there was a night of fondue followed by finishing an entire pitcher of some liquor concoction followed by...

There were shooting stars and one with a tail and lots of wishes made, which, for the record, any have yet to come true...

There were lots of other things, some of which I wish to block out, some of which I want to preserve in a tiny salt shaker to keep in my shirt pocket (so I can keep them near and dear to my heart forever), but so many of these moments have blurred together just like when you do 7 cartwheels in a row in the front yard on the first day of autumn...which is too soon to come