A woman of a certain age acknowledges she has occasions for flights of fancy but when she has jello shots two weekends in a row, it makes her reflective.
|My tailgating buddy|
The first week out of school has gone by so after going into liquid state, the girls have re-materialized into solid form and are into the swing of their summer rituals: babysitting, diving, running, piano playing, malling, lunching, TV watching. Jobs you ask? Well....Chip and I have them.
The cats are having the summer I used to have as a kid. Out at 9am, home at 9pm. Dirty and up to no good, holding back their stories because I would worry.
|Darling girls at Jimmy Buffett, beautiful and chill|
My first summer working in 10 years so far? Difficult. Teachers, stay-at-home moms and part-time professionals make up my social circle so while they’re working hard for their kids this summer back and forth to camps, the pool, family vacations, they are “off” in my mind. I wake up each morning wishing I could just sit in my garden and drink coffee for a few hours then head to the pool or take a bike ride or a paddle or even just clean out a closet. But then I remember how much that work pays. I want to say that it makes me savor the weekends and that I make the most of that time, but really it just makes me greedy and anxious for more. I’m still adjusting, is the politically correct answer and the one people close to me want to hear because they love me. I’m crabby and unsettled, is the reality.
|Glow bracelets really complete an outfit|
Outdoor lunch with a friend, Jimmy Buffett, Trivia Night at the pool, gardening, family reunion, glass of wine on the patio…our grown-up summer rituals have also begun. Despite the feeling that there's never quite enough time on the weekends, all possibilities are entertained and planning is rich with verdant and abundant blooms like my garden. Not until my ferns start to get crispy and I begin to look at weeds and think, “meh…” will I feel that wistful slide of summer on the down slope. I hope at that point I can look back and feel like I found that balance, enjoying both summer and working simultaneously. Jimmy Buffett works all summer, I tell myself.
|The sun sets behind a sea of happy drunks--the steep grade of the hill at Alpine Valley|
is a cruel joke on all these people after dark. Many of those above us on the hill were below us later in the evening,
not of their own accord.