That makes this time bittersweet. I am still enjoying summer’s freedom and weather (well, with the heat wave, maybe not the weather so much). But I am already tasting the end.
I am also calculating what I did out of what I planned to do. That can be discouraging. Did I plant the garden that seemed so possible last February? No, I didn’t. (It was that heat wave’s fault, I’ve decided). Did I take all the short trips to regional places I clipped articles about in November? Not all of them. Not even many of them. Did I take a really nice vacation? Yes, I did, but technically I did it before summer started.
Did I write the “just for me” book that I thought I would have time for? Don’t ask.
You may be thinking that I haven’t done anything so far this summer. That would not be true. In its own way it has been pretty productive.
I raised a puppy, for one thing. Mr. Darcy is doing quite well, thank you. I take credit for that. He took up a lot of time that I had not anticipated spending that way, but I don’t mind.
I managed to never go grocery shopping. I am very proud of this achievement. I sent the men folk instead. I will have to break down and do it myself soon, though, because they are at best stop gap shoppers.
I watched enough episodes of House Hunters International that I could probably work as an international real estate consultant.
I finished the book from hell. It happens sometimes, and writers just write through it, but it has a way of taking over one’s life.
It doesn’t look like much when I write it out like this. I guess I better get busy, huh? I have about 6 weeks to check off some of those other things I had planned to do. When you are on the far side of summer, the looming fall days make the days left even more precious.
How have you spent your summer so far? Have you done the things you planned?
What do you have on your list for the far side of summer?