August 29, 2001

A letter from my father:

“Mature Summer has arrived, a sense—almost—of youth departed. Now we slide down towards September. I am more acutely aware of the passing seasons as I get older. More acutely aware, too, of the passage of time. Perhaps like some bird species we should reverse continents, exchange one hemisphere for another. Arrive in Australia for Spring! Love from Dad.

The proclivity for purple prose, his obsession with the seasons (note capitalization), the reminder of his chronic SAD (seasonally affected disorder)—the DNA, it will get you in the end as well as the beginning. But beyond the juvenile reaction to one’s own blood, it seems like a pretty good idea: Australia for winter.

Unbeknownst to him I had spent some hours surfing—surfing seems too elegant a term for what is involved in the search for information with my computer and modem—staggering about the web, regarding light therapy devices. For about $300 it appears that you might be able to convince yourself that you are in Australia for the winter by staring at a special lamp for half an hour every morning. The hope being that the attendant winter mood troughs can be avoided. Sounds like a bargain.
- rachael 8-29-2001 3:51 pm




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