Lazy Summer Days

I've already started to forget what day it is...which is extremely good. My Principal said to take some time away from work and have a summer. I cannot do that, but I can enjoy my limited schedule (2 to 4 hours a day) and enjoy the feeling of losing yourself in laziness in the afternooons.

Son #2 has already gotten into the groove...he hangs out all day with his buddies in this wonderful small town of around 1,000 people. We can trust that he's going to avoid trouble (so far) and the town is his. He ripsticks, bikes, scooters and walks miles each day and is building solid skills in avoiding the troublemakers.

My husband; however, doesn't enjoy summer so much. He has to maintain this house and property, his mother's house and farm, and teach summer government. He's busy all the time, but getting better at being cranky about it.

Son #1 is off making memories of his own in a far off town with his father. He's involved in cross country, jazz band, jazz choir, show choir, music lessons and hanging with his friends. I'm involved in never seeing him.

Bitter much?

Oh well, I got lots to keep me busy. The yearbook has a life of its own, my internet connection is slower than normal because of a new wireless router, and it's time to wake up Son #2 to head off to the big city and get to work.

Oh, and I get my gray roots died brown today, which always makes me feel younger and more chipper. Gotta be chipper on these lazy summer days: I have to savor the memories to last me all the long, depressive winter.