By: Gabriela Yareliz
There is this guy on the train in a beige linen suit. He has on a blue shirt and thick glasses. He looks like one of those wealthy attorneys who has a house in Miami. You know, the kind that wears loafers. He is vibing. He is dressed for Friday (but it’s Thursday!).
How did I spend my first summer Friday? Sick as a dog. We approach a new Friday, and I am planning and scheming. I know for sure I need to schedule a chiropractor adjustment for an upcoming Friday (seeking alignment), I need to fix my hair, do some writing, type up some stuff for a project, I want to visit that forest expo by GP— I am ambitious with what I want to come out of the summer with. I need to make up for my lost Friday where I was blind with a fever.
Florida Panthers lost Game 1 yesterday. Wayne Gretzky needs to stop his Botox; he can barely speak— he is so frozen. Paul Maurice will go back to the videos, as he does, and come up with an annihilation plan for the Oilers, I am sure. The announcers have to stop blindly praising the Oilers. We get it— you want them to win.
Temperatures are rising in the city. We are on track to hit 90 soon. Before we know it, trash will be melting on the sidewalks. I don’t know if we are ready for it. I am wearing a sleeveless dress. One I haven’t touched since last May. I am determined to wear my dresses a lot this summer to make sure I wear everything at least four times. That’s the thing with good quality lasting clothes, things last, and you wear it for years. I was cleaning my closet the other day, and realized I have a ton of pre-pandemic clothes. Stuff that is already more than seven years old. It’s wild. The other day, someone said 2011, and it feels like yesterday but also like ages ago.
I got my head filled with New England Summer scenes. What plans do you have for the summer?
GABRIELA YARELIZ 