Mind, I’m not writing this because my summer so far has been extremely interesting.  Rather, I’m writing under duress.  Selena did, indeed, visit Amherst this weekend, and she put my arse to the fire about blogging on AmhPub.  Hehehe.

I’m also writing because Javier hasn’t given me any work to do today - so far.  Which is wonderful.  I’m eating up every minute of stolen time.

So that’s what I’m doing this summer.  I’m chillaxing at Amherst, and working for Javier Corrales.   The work has generally been interesting, sometimes been tedious, once in a while it’s challenging.  If you’d like to know more about it, feel free to post questions.

My real purpose in writing is to create an Amherst idyll.  (idyll, noun, a simple descriptive work in poetry or prose that deals with rustic life or pastoral scenes or suggests a mood of peace and contentment - merriamwebster.com - that’s an idyll)  

Amherst is everything you’d expect in summer.  Muggy, hot, delicious.  Swarms of mosquitoes.  I’ve finally developed an appreciation for Bart’s ice cream.  Marsh house is where it’s at (although those in Cohan might disagree ? ).  Swarms of people on the patio in the evenings being defeated and deflected by swarms of mosquitoes.  Roofs galore.  I suppose I would be making new friends if I didn’t have so many old friends living here in this building and nearby..  Skinny-dipping, cold water (maybe it’ll be warm by Fall ?), general aching for nudity in blasted heat.  Room fans.  Barbecues and wild romps and

Quite frankly, still not enough time to soak it all in.

Love, Love, Rach.