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the end of the end

if you are a teacher there is no other month like this one

celebrating blackberries, lake dips, forest walks, lanquid evenings, full moons, meteor showers, ice cream, cook outs

and yet all the while…

mind buzzing imagining room arrangements, surrepticious visits to a classroom to dust off book shelves, sharpen pencils, make space for stiff backpacks and tissue boxes

waking up in the middle of the night, making a note to remember one more thing
and then trying to sleep in, mindful that soon

a summer morning in bed will be a thing of the past


Overheard

IMG_6539Garden Conversation

The deer walked tentatively into the yard
looking up at each sound
as he grazed his way across the lawn.
He came to the edge of the garden
and dipped his mouth to the daisies
tipping their faces to his shoulders.
A door slid open;
a hesitant cough sounded.
The deer gazed intently for a few minutes
then turned and left the flower bed.


message – July 3

Message in a bottle for July 3 – “Have fun.”

mmm, how appropriate to choose this message when I’ve just returned from a vacation, my son is healing up from another health issue, and there are post-its and phone messages about little projects I’ve promised to attend to this summer. It is a good little check in with myself about whether I am having fun or not.

The best proof I can come up with to answer that indeed I am having fun is that my wakefulness at night is not filled with planning for or worrying about anything the way it is when I wake up at night during the school year.  Lately, I’ve been waking I waking up, lying in bed enjoying how it feels to be comfortable and just thinking – about anything I want to – not all of it jolly but just thoughtful reflection. And if I don’t quite get the sleep I need to at night, I take a nap the next day.

If that changes, it will be a good reminder to get back to having fun with summer.


Road Trip as Metaphor

One Road Trip As Metaphor
                                                            (for my life, so far..)1-IMG_5177

The first two days of our trip we just traveled through time and space:
eating and sleeping, stretching our  legs,
putting fuel in the car so we could keep going –
blissfully inattentive to all we passed along on the way..

kind of like my first 15 years on this planet…

Then we did our first bit of sight-seeing,
visiting a local museum.
We saw amazing displays of collected wisdom
and added more than a little something to our own banks of knowledge.
And then we drove on,
looking at a map every so often,
enjoying the scenery,
eager to reach our next stop
where we could bed down
in a place we’d call home for awhile.

The heart of our trip was spent at our “destination,”
traveling north and south and east and west,
seeing as much as possible,
accommodating each person’s interests and traveling style,
goals for each day in mind.
We maintained a tight schedule,
and were exhausted each night,
barely able to slap at pesky mosquitoes
when we turned off the lights to sleep.

30’s, 40’s, and counting….

Then the day came to head home traveling by a different road.
Eager to get back to familiar surroundings,
we were up with the sun,
glad to have only ourselves to pack into the car.
It was easy to put in a full day’s drive
and we arrived at the hotel before they were ready for us.
Our aging bodies crashed just after the evening news
and groaned when a party started up in the courtyard.
We have definitely become that older generation.
(But what a blessing to go on a trip
with no one whining in the back seat,
potty stops on the side of the road,
snacks packed for every hour of the ride.)

Our last day of driving was a piece of cake.

60! …what will the next road trip bring?   


june 4

there is no scent like that of summer
there are no evenings like those of June’s longest days
there is nothing like a glass of wine,
a bowl of potato chips,
and a game of Quiddler
with a hubby who doesn’t mind losing
most of the time


5/31 May-be

awakened by a text message
made coffee
stretched
a little headache to get rid of
finished my first book of the summer
received notice about a neighbor’s lost cat
phone calls to deal with health insurance
download photos of twins
what to have for lunch?
a walk in the sunshine
it’s warmer outside than I thought
put on shorts
drive to a meeting
meeting
listen to the news
figure out dinner
inspired about an art project
time on the computer
yawning
a beer and Longmire
bed time


5/29 May-be

One of my yearly summer past times is to visit the nooks and crannies in my home and clean.  I find scraps of poems everywhere. Here are today’s findings:

My only visits to the garden lately
have been at midnight.

Only the roses, with their butter-soft faces,
appear in the light of the moon.

I don’t walk to the apple grove anymore;
too many to pick, my children are gone.
I grieve the loss of daybreak baking.

mmm, trying to remember the inspiration – dust bunnies don’t talk…..