We are getting rain today. In fact, today will be a “soaker” the weather man says, good for the lawns—if you care about that sort of thing. You know I’d prefer pool weather, but I’ll take this as a sign to do other things, to figure out another way to enjoy this last Sunday of vacation on which I woke up without dread.
I can hardly believe this is the last Sunday I will go to bed without my alarm set and my coffee maker on auto brew, without a Monday to follow spent at work. Yuck. Where did the summer go?
July went nice and slow, maybe because we had two weeks of June on vacation before July even got started, but August flew. I remember the week after I got home from Newport was a blur; losing track of the days that week was not any kind of exaggeration. “Ann Marie,” I asked one day as we waded, "is today Wednesday?” Then this past week was really busy for me, and next week is all I have left of summer vacation. Week 10 is here. (And I don’t hear a single violin. Whatever.)
I suppose then today I should begin by sitting down with another cup of coffee and making a list to make this week count. Weather looks crappy (non-pool) for tomorrow and Tuesday as well, so maybe I should try to complete some of my house projects, which I’ve started but haven’t finished, and finish some of the posts that I have only half-written. I have restaurant coupons I haven’t used so maybe I’ll treat myself to lunch or dinner out on one of these dreary days.
And then, when it gets sunny again at the end of the week, I can spend unreasonable amounts of time soaking in the healing properties of sun by my pool, where there won’t be a single back-to-school sale or ad in sight.