There is a reason they call it ‘the dog days of summer.’ It’s so hot here in Idaho, my neighbor began suffering from mild hallucinations that he was a border collie named Trixie who likes long walks on the beach and chasing the mailman.
The other day, I got a text from a school acquaintance asking after my fall schedule. I replied, and the inquirer made the discovery I think she wanted to find, namely that she and I would likely be in the same literature seminar. She was enthusiastic about the commonality because I think she had been worried about where to sit. Or more accurately, who to sit with.
The majority of my summer to date has not been spent on exciting trips to foreign lands, spontaneous adventures with a bunch of my closest friends, or even being as lazy as possible. I would absolutely love to do all of those things, of course, but the fact remains that life is a pretty expensive adventure by itself. It's the never ending cycle of financial responsibility--you need money to do stuff, and you must do stuff to get money.
I checked the weather for Caldwell the other day, and I have to say that I am glad to be kicking it in 80 degree weather in my home state of Oregon rather than in the triple digits. Luckily, the desert will be getting just about managable for a rainforest inhabitant like myself by the time school rolls around.
At first glance, McCall, Idaho seems like your average resort town; beautiful beaches, eclectic shops, and some of the best ice cream this side of the Mississippi River (unproven, but I’m pretty sure that’s accurate). But, as I learned while vacationing there last week, McCall might also be home to Idaho’s best kept secret. You see, below the glimmering surface of the lake lies something…mysterious, which has puzzled residents of the picturesque town for decades and had me embracing my inner Nancy Drew as I endeavored to discover the truth behind Sharlie, the monster of Payette Lake.
Even though I’m headed into my junior year of college, the call of school supplies still draws me in. Anymore though it doesn’t stop at the requisite paper, pencils, and binders. Instead, my shopping list has kept on expanding with the years.
Before my freshman year, I was all about finding the perfect duvet cover for my double in Simplot. Before my sophomore year, I made a pilgrimage to Ikea for a rug and curtains to cover the open closets in my Anderson single. This year, I’m shopping to fill up the two-person Village apartment I’ll be sharing with my roommate Katharine.
As I write this (this seems to be a common thing I say in my blogs, right?), It is 2:30 a.m. in Leh, Jammu and Kashmir, India. For those of you who actually bothered to read my previous blog posts/cared, I just came back from spending almost a month in Guwahati, working on my Davis Project for Peace. And now, from an area where the highest recorded precipitation in the world is a common occurrence, and it got so hot that 20 odd people died, I ended up here, in Leh.