Bonjour! A new day!

I'm sitting here, running away from my responsibilities, throwing glances into all my usual web haunts, and thinking about my last blog, "Reflections of an Only Child." I know how it's been missed by my numerous (ha, ha) readers (are you there, Marie? Marie?!)

Anyways, I deleted it because all my entries sounded like the self-indulgent panderings of an adolescent gazing at her reflection in a dimly- lit mirror. In other words, I cringed every time I read one of my entries.

However, as I'm currently on summer break, alternating between bemoaning not being employed for the first time since the age of sixteen, trying to convince employers that it's not utterly senseless to employ me for two months, and contemplating the various ills of idleness, I'd really love something to do.

Not that I didn't have ideas -- I intended this summer to be a virtual model of self-discipline -- but instead I've been shiftily avoiding planned chores (like painting the walls. And the garage. Oooh, and the rose bush!), eyeing my self-prescribed summer studies (French cds? Calculus worksheets?) with wrinkled nose, and instead drifting through libraries, museums, and the widest variety of cafes ever frequented by one American.

Then this morning, the lethargy was purged from my over-rested veins by the warm light of the sun and a totally unexpected, almost oceanic breeze. Intoxicating, invigorating, effervescent summer. And I suddenly remembered the quote about incorrigible Lily Bart-- "The day was the accomplice of her mood: it was a day for impulse and truancy.

So I'm surrendering myself, and following my first impulse - creating this blog while sipping cold coffee on a stone-covered veranda.

Of course, truancy is not worthy of the name if there's no responsibility from which to escape, so I must go now. I'm driving my mother to Lansing (capital of the state whose economy is less structurally sound than the ethics of Detroit's previous mayor). We're going to Mass (think Catholic, incense, altar boys) in a hotel room. No, I'm not very happy about this. It does not correspond with my new impulse attitude. But that's okay. I'll tell you about it later.

Sooo, to conclude, I'm hoping to make the paltries on this blog less paltry, more frothy, and less self-indulgent. I hope. Anyways, off I go.