It is hard to believe these are the last weeks of summer. Tomorrow I am teaching an Egyptian class and we are mummifying Barbies, shaving their heads, writing hieroglyphics on their plastic skin. I spent all evening looking for shoe boxes for tombs. It’s amazing what I consider valuable at the moment; an empty cardboard box is gold.

My day was spent with relatives. I moved to Minnesota for one reason only. I am not related to anyone in the state. In Maine, there's a lot of inter breeding, you walk into a store and someone knows who you are without actually ever meeting you. And so they start to tell you stories about your life while your standing there wondering who the hell are you and are you standing in front of the beer?

Today I played tour guide. Today I stood by trees, statues and giant cherries. I went place I never go and I was asked questions I didn’t know the answer to. What is that called? Where are we? Okay so basic direction was never my strong point.

I am eating the last days of summer. I wish I could have June back and begin again. I feel like the explanation of a Tesseract in Madeline L’ Engle’s book A Wrinke In Time. I am the two points pulled together by a string. I am a fold on the skin. I'm moving too fast.