Summer. It has come and gone, flown by almost imperceptibly.
I remember June 3rd. I saw the whole season stretched out before me and it wasn’t a happy picture. It felt long and arduous, and I knew I’d find myself begging for an end.
And now here we are, at the end. Tomorrow is the last day of freedom for school begins Monday morning. Surprisingly, I'm not ready to close that door.
I did not take enough (any) pictures, we did not enjoy enough lazy summer days or lick enough sweet and sticky popsicles. We didn’t play enough, slip-n-slide enough, sleep in enough, or go to the beach enough. There was not enough lounging by the pool or lying out under the stars at night.
But we did do all of those things…maybe there is no such thing as “enough” summer.
Though I suppose we could do with a little less of this intense heat!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Insectitis
It’s been awhile,
a LONG while,
and still I have very little in my head organized enough to write. Maybe I have been cured of the “bug” to be a writer, or maybe I’m giving up like I do in so many things. I like to think I’m giving myself over to the more pressing issues at hand, like…
Summer, in all its lazy splendor, brings with it a daily routine, for me at least.
Wake up late, yawn, stretch, shuffle into the kitchen, pour a bowl of cereal, and then suddenly notice (out of the corner of my eye) a group of skittering little black beasts!
Dropping everything planned for the day, including almost dropping the cereal bowl, I scurry right along with the colony, annihilating each one in my path, cursing myself for procrastinating the purchase of bug spray for the outside of my house. And just to be sure one of these nasty little scouts doesn’t leave any trace for others to follow, I clean, deeply, everything…and I mean everything!
It’s an undertaking, to say the least, and though I’m perfectly aware that my insanity is wholly unnecessary, I feel vindicated. At least at the end of the day there is always another large portion of my house cleaned to its bare bones, and not a single ant in sight…
at least until tomorrow.
a LONG while,
and still I have very little in my head organized enough to write. Maybe I have been cured of the “bug” to be a writer, or maybe I’m giving up like I do in so many things. I like to think I’m giving myself over to the more pressing issues at hand, like…
ANTS!
Yes, I am a little bit crazed when it comes to this sort of vermin. Ok – maybe I’m crazed when it comes to EVERY sort but you get the picture.
Summer, in all its lazy splendor, brings with it a daily routine, for me at least.
Wake up late, yawn, stretch, shuffle into the kitchen, pour a bowl of cereal, and then suddenly notice (out of the corner of my eye) a group of skittering little black beasts!
Dropping everything planned for the day, including almost dropping the cereal bowl, I scurry right along with the colony, annihilating each one in my path, cursing myself for procrastinating the purchase of bug spray for the outside of my house. And just to be sure one of these nasty little scouts doesn’t leave any trace for others to follow, I clean, deeply, everything…and I mean everything!
It’s an undertaking, to say the least, and though I’m perfectly aware that my insanity is wholly unnecessary, I feel vindicated. At least at the end of the day there is always another large portion of my house cleaned to its bare bones, and not a single ant in sight…
at least until tomorrow.
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