My daughter is home, I've posted my grades and, in three days, I leave for my favorite writing conference.
|#1 on the Summer Vacation, Part I|
hit parade? Writing, of course.
Photo: Naturalpastels via Pixabay
It's 58 degrees out, my daughter leaves in less than three weeks and, almost immediately after flipping the calendar page to June, I start teaching a summer session class.
Today is the first day of summer vacation?
Yes. It is. Okay, so maybe the outside temperature begs to differ, maybe summer vacation looks more like a block schedule than three months of smooth sailing and maybe my mudroom has disappeared beneath piles of young adult possessions and stacks of things for the conference this weekend, but I can work with this.
My daughter is home.
The conference is coming.
58 and cloudy beats hazy, hot and humid.
As with everything else in life, I can live in the clouds (all too easy to do today), or I can look for the silver lining. Since living in the clouds would be a tremendous waste of the three weeks of unscheduled, sleep-in, read what I like, hang with my kid gift of time that May promises, the choice is easy.
Today is the first day of summer vacation, Part I. Stay tuned.