When I was eight years old, summer seemed to last forever. I would help my parents, read, build forts (my grandpa was a lumber hoarder so I had plenty to work with), and ride my bike to my friends house. It was the 80's and I had until 7 pm to be back at home.
Being an adult during the summer isn't as simple. Owning a business, having kids, and taking care of a home means that there is a lot more work and very little time to read. (I purchased "Eve" and have yet to get beyond the first chapter due to being so rushed the last couple of weeks).
On the last day of school for the kids, my husband went in for surgery. We spent the next four weeks in recuperation mode. It was hard, and the kids spent way too much time in front of their video game console. There wasn't much I could do about that.
Two weeks before they went back, we managed a trip to a theme park, went fishing, visited the beach, and shoved the entire summer into a short window. It was bliss.
The first leaf twirled on the deck in a brilliant red. We have been racing around in an effort to beat the seasonal clock. Decks to paint, leaves to rake, gutters to clear, it is a long crazy list.
Thank goodness, my husband is fine. The surgery was successful, and we are glad to be back on a "routine." Boys are back in school, and coffee orders are picking up. Life is back to normal.
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