Remember all that summer music? Yeah, not so much did so much of it happen. Rain, children, a lot of wasted money. Ugh. S says we will never buy concert tickets again. (Remember the Madonna tickets? Turns out S can't go. But M can.)
Speaking of rain...one thing there's been a lot of this summer is driving. Somehow we didn't really plan a vacation, and instead we've been doing lots of mini-trips, which have been lots of fun, but a little discombobulating. And then there's the driving. Which seems to happen more often than not in the rain. I'm a little over it.
For the last many summers, I've spent at least two weeks in the country. After spending all last summer in the country, I was OK with not really being in the country this summer, since it wasn't going to work out. Or rather, I was OK with not having a big chunk of time in the country. But I think that ended up discombobulating me too. We've actually been to the country four times (driving--and rain) (also the lake, Country Town, the beach, and New York, each once, most involving driving in the rain), but not for longer than 48 hours, and when I get there there's that funny feeling of being there and not quite there, when usually I am so deeply there in the country.
I did get to spend one afternoon in one of my favorite summer-afternoon places: the grass down by the river behind the drive-in, where the girls play in the water and I lie under the tree and close my eyes and let the sun dapple my eyelids. It was bliss. And then it rained, and I had to drive back to East Coast Big City in the rain (this sounds like a joke, but it's totally not).
I have just finished a big chunk of work that was hanging over my head. Next week one last trip that should be really a vacation, at least that's the plan: three days camping in the mountains, two days in our favorite bed-and-breakfast at the beach. S and I just agreed that if it rains we're checking into a motel. With an indoor pool.
(More summer pleasure: the pond. More summer discombobulation: renovation, which is going swimmingly, but still entails noise, clutter, decisions--I had no idea I cared so much about doors, but I do.)