That’s the sound summer makes as it is flies by. Can you hear it? The kids start school in just over a week, and there’s still a long list of things we want to do. More time! I need more time!
But the time we’ve had so far has been pretty special. Long days on the beach, lazy days at the pool, afternoons with friends and family where we can have real conversations, not just the hurried sentences that carry us over during the rest of the year.
Highlights for me include eating here. It’s the third year we’ve been, and it is a magical night under a huge white tent rimmed with fairy lights, filled with fun and sparkling conversation and a meal you just won’t believe. And good friends, of course. If you ever have a chance to attend, gulp at the price tag and then sign over your credit card — it’s totally worth it.
I also read this, which was magical in a completely different way. I found myself thinking about the book and the language it was written in for days after. I think it is going to be huge, and I highly recommend it. (Erin also posts short stories on her blog every Friday — you can find it over on the links list to the right.)
What else happened this summer? Well, my children each grew a few inches. I went to a family reunion slightly sunburned, wearing a large brim hat for protection, and realized after I saw the photos I looked vaguely like a crazy southern spinster aunt who writes gothic romance. (It wasn’t the look I was going for.) In the frenzy of friending relatives on Facebook after, I forgot to mention I have an author page there as well for them to like. (Cousins, if you are reading this, help the crazy spinster writer out.) I did a guest post at Writer Unboxed about the secret pages on my website. We tried to rescue a baby bird, whom the children christened Annie. Alas, the sun did not come out for Annie, and we had a burial ceremony in the back yard. I read Ronald Dahl’s autobiographies, BOY and FLYING SOLO, and loved them so much I’m adding his biography to my list. I almost got sprayed by a skunk, I got pooped on by a seagull, and I had all of my underwear stolen and frozen. (If you ask nicely, I might follow up on that story with details.)
I heard the frozen undies story from your parents, but I’m sure there was much more to it. Gonna tell us? And did it help in the hot weather?
Sounds like your summer is a novel-in-the-making. Nice to have you back!