In case you haven't noticed, today is August 7th. That's near the beginning of the end of summer. Where did it go? Did you take it?
I'm just wondering because I haven't been to the beach yet. There hasn't been any serious summer fun happening around here. I've been racking my brain trying to figure this all out.
I think I've found the problem.
Every summer, when my Boy and my Girl were wee little people we would chop up a watermelon, grab a great book of epic adventure, a sheet, and head for our green, grassy backyard. There, laying in the shade of Locust, Cedar and Fir trees, we would read and spit watermelon seeds for a couple hours. It was the perfect way to pass a warm summer afternoon.
Boy and Girl grew up.
Then we invited the Wee Girls to share our home and we spent summer months in the tiny purple pool. Popsicle juice slid down their chins, staining their bathing suits, as we passed the afternoon away.
Then the Wee Girls were returned to their Biological mother.
Last summer, I went to work at the gym.
This summer has been spent with a short visits from the Singer and the Stalker. There were weeks of house-sitting, two months of yard work, a sickie, and work. There simply hasn't been enough fun.
I haven't dug my feet in the sand or felt the salty spray of the sea. No swimming, no evening strolls, and very little sleeping late.
And it's almost over!
Boo hoo hoo!!!
It's the summer of cake and I've haven't baked enough cake!
There are too many things left undone. So, I've decided to freeze time. I hope you don't mind. I'll be taking a few days towards the end of the month and by golly time will NOT pass.
I will sleep late.
I will sift sand through my fingers.
I will scoop up sea foam.
I will buy new sunglasses.
Summer will not end until I have seen the ocean, baked a cake, slept late, spent the entire day with my feet buried in the sand, and eaten Moe's Clam Chowder.
Whose up for a beach trip?