So, I'm home, and it's almost time to get back "at it"-- almost. But not yet.




Well, then. We are not going anywhere today, which is somewhat of a change from this whole week! We went to Boston to the aquarium on Tuesday, went to Hampton/Rye Thursday and Friday, and frankly, I'm tuckered out. It was nice to actually "vacation" a bit-- we generally don't. But today, I have the first day of a two-day writing class that I'm super excited about. And it's right here, online. I think we may be able to get in the pool later today, although the 47 degree start to the day was a bit of a corrective to the 90s it has been. I hope so-- the day temps may be pool-friendly, but cool nights work against it. I don't like cold pool water. Soon enough-- likely in just a couple of weeks, I'll have to give up on it, and we'll drain it and put it away yet again. Then, we'll stare at the muddy blank circle in the middle of the back yard. It's all so...final.

But not yet. Not yet. I'm really not at all ready to go back to work, but I know once my classroom is set up and I've penciled in the plans into my plan book, I'll be able to get into the rhythm of things. I sure hope so, anyhow. The older I get, the less zip I seem to have for getting up and getting going. I like my quieter starts to the day. 

This summer has had a lot more balance than we've had in a very long time. We've done some fun things, our garden is doing okay, and the weather has been, for the most part, pretty great. There are things I wish we'd gotten to, but I shouldn't dwell on the didn'ts, and instead be pleased with the dids. And things yet to be done! I don't think we'll be going to the fair, which is entirely fine by me. We will be going to the movie at The Colonial, as I wrote about the other day. And there will be warm days and more time to sit on the deck and read. I hope. That is one thing I have not done nearly enough of, but it's been a busy summer with Holly, and she is far more important. 

So, today, I invest in my own mental well-being. Same for tomorrow. And I have things I must accomplish on Monday and Tuesday before girding myself up for Wednesday's "convocation" at another school. I sincerely detest sitting on the hard bleachers for two hours. I don't think we've got a guest speaker, so it'll be a lot of hey, these people are new (clapclapclap) and hey, these people have been around for decades (clapclapclap). Then I'll pick Holly up from camp and take her with me to work to go start organizing my classroom. 

Ah, summer. I miss the old days when we went back after Labor Day. I'd probably still feel the same way, though. 

Have a good day, friends. And hold each other tight-- literally, or virtually, but hang on to the ones you love. The world and our country are like a tiny paper skiff on the ocean right now. 

C

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