It's a Sip of Wine, It's Summertime...

I dream of it, I think of it, and I long for it... Summer. When that sun gives me a little hint of heat on my face, I smile.
I can honestly say that Summer makes me oh so happy. It's one thing that I love about this city- the heat and the heat. I wait all year for it, wearing jackets and sweaters only makes me bitter. I hate not wanting to go outside because it's too cold to sit on the curb. Winter is harsh... days are short and the night is long.
When it's Summer, I can roll down the windows of my truck and let the wind blow against my face. I can drive barefoot and turn up Dwight Yoakam way, way loud. I can already see myself; sporting way too big sunglasses and too short shorts. I miss cold showers and sheetless nights. I miss sitting down on my driveway eating watermelon and spitting out the seeds on the the asphalt road. I miss feeling the sand between my toes, and the green turf under my heels. I miss swimming and playing catch on the street.

I miss it so...

Pumpkin Pie

I have a Pitbull. She is an unmentionable, horrible, dumb- yet quite adorable dog... and her name is Pie. I've had Pie for about a year and a month, since Adrian gave her to me on my 18th birthday. I was never successfull in training her; she has ADD and never catches on to things. I also have a heinous rash on my wrists that was caused by her. This rash has lasted me about 9 months and I still haven't found a way to cure it.
The backyard is a pigstye. It is utterly disgusting. Pie made sure to destroy it to the very end. Our sprinkler system in disfunctioning, our telephone cord has been bitten off twice, and she even chewed her own house down to the dirt.
Now, Pie is beautifull. Her deep yellow-brown eyes light up when people are near, and her fur coat is uniquely imprinted with black and white spots.
Pie is leaving today. My mother is more than tired of her, and my rash is tearing me up.
Will I cry?

The Gift of Sight

I read H.G Wells's"The Country of the Blind" this morning, I realized how much we take our eyesight for granted. Imagine if:
-All of our society was blind.
-We would live our lives based solely on our other four senses; touch, taste, smell, and hearing.
In this story, the main character comes across the Country of the Blind and encounters people who have genetically adapted themselves to their enviroment without the gift of sight. Nunez, the main character, talks about his experiences and the difficulties he had trying to adapt himself to society that couldn't see. he was considered a clumsy idiot, and it came down to the point where the people of the country wanted to surgically remove his eyes.
I don't think I could live without seeing so many things. The blueness of the sky, the vastness of our desert, the lively color of my sisters eyes, the Guadalupe Mountains, enjoying motion-picture films, the way El Paso looks at night, my mothers smile...
We humans seek for beauty. Beauty is our Eros. We desire to touch, taste, smell, and hear those things that are appealing to us by sight. Beauty is also a very important part of our lives. We strive to create beauty, to obtain it, to own and preserve it. I know that without sight, my life would be incomplete.