Think summer......are you there? Below you will find five words or phrases. Tell us the first thing you think of on reading each one. Your response might be simply another word, or it might be a sentence, a poem, a memory, a recipe, or a story. You get the idea:
I was thinking about roofs this week--how I loved to climb up on them when I was a kid. The first house I lived in after my dad finished med school and his internship had a slightly slanting roof over the porch. I remember going out there with a friend and my mom getting upset. At grandmother's house, my cousin and I would climb up the outdoor stairs to the second floor (think way, way up there, it was a Victorian house) and jump down each step and then we might play on the roof over the back porch. I remember climbing out on the front porch roof. Once in the second house I lived in I climbed out on a small roof with a friend who was spending the night. My parents got really upset. When we moved to the farm, I gave up my porch climbing and build a tree house instead. I'm not sure what my rooftop fascination was about. One of the things I am disappointed in with my time with Habitat for Humanity is that I never got to put a roof on. I told the folks to call me when they started the roof on one house, but a professional roofer came by and his team volunteered to do the roof that day.
3. hot town (yeah, I know, it's two words)
Hotlanta where every Southern girl wants to go, but I only went for a football game with GaTech.
I love the night, the stillness, the cool after a hot day. I love the stars, finding constellations, looking at the moon.
I don't. Have no coordination or sense of rhythm. I'm less concerned with how I look and so I do when I get the chance which is rarely. Last time I danced, as I recall, was on Iona. Well, in public.