| Good morning wild ones.
So wraps the fastest summer of my life. I can't complain, the weather is holding out as perfect into next week. But I did pretty much nothing that I pine for all winter. No boat time, little swim time, no floatie toy time at all. No bonfires (but fall is better for that anyway) and only 2 jams. I did not read all the books I promised myself I would. I did not buckle down and relearn guitar. I did not get Jake into Piano lessons. I did not bike ride or walk the rails to trails wilderness thing that goes for untold miles in any direction. Hell, I never even lost the winter weight... and now? Fall is closing in.
I guess thats the thing in living barraged by crisis; time speeds up. I find my self becoming both hyper-aware, and totally air-headed. I wake with random lists, "How will I get that tree that fell on my back yard fence last month cut up for this winter's firewood? Should I try and save up to buy some? We could save a ton of money if he's home to stoke the fireplace. Will he be able to? Will the tiny amount of smoke seepage be bad for him any way?" ...and thats just the first second.
What did get pushed back in my priority list is Jake-stuff for school. I had to race this week, getting his shots updated yesterday, and taking my 3/4 violin in for restringing for his first year in band... God, I hope that's back by Saturday. He has thousands of t-shirts, enough shorts and sandals, but egads, gonna have to come up with tennis shoes and pants within a month or so, for when the weather turns cold. He has grown too much. Hopefully, one of our rich neighbor friends who usually goes through her kid's closet about now drops off some like always. She is a god-send. He goes to school styling in brand names I could never put on his back. Maybe I'll nudge her through a friend. The neighbors have no idea whats going on in our lives. No need for that. The school didn't give us a "need to buy" supply list, but last year, they supplied almost all of it.
6th grade. Almost 12. He's getting a fine layer of not-blonde peach fuzz on his upper lip... not enough to be directly noticeable, save in the right light, but Jesus. Neither of the 2 girls he is desperately in love with are in his class, much to his combination of regret and relief. Heh. The meet and greet with his teachers went well. I was told by the cancer ptb to give them a heads up about his Dad. I did. It was weird. His homeroom teacher is a basketball coach, and took it with aplomb. Cool. His math & social study teacher went all touchy-feely on me. Yuck. But she was sweet and well-intended.
All I need is one more month of summer. Please? My tropical paradise is just coming into full glory, being planted so late after the MIL crisis. I need to watch more sunsets with my toes in the warm sand and cool water.
Reading this? I realize I sound sad. But I'm really not. Just baffled how the time flew. Fall is beautiful, winter can be amazing, and another spring always comes. Lets be honest here, this summer got half-stolen by how unnaturally extreme the heat was... and though I hate A/C, I hid in it. Right now? The windows are all open, the air smells amazing, and we are all alive. Every day has to be a good day to be alive, and so it is.
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