I hate summer, mostly. I don't like being hot, I don't like the sun, and I don't like that I am no longer a creature of leisure for June, July, and August. I forgot that the only people who actually get relaxing summers are teachers--and even then, not so much. Those still in academia or education but not teaching don't actually get all that much of a break. Not that I am complaining, but ... okay, I am totally complaining.
This summer was pretty awesome, all things considered. We had a houseguest for the first month and it was both incredibly fun and almost unbearably sad. The fun was when she was here and work and home were a delicious blend of fun and gossip and work. The sad was how empty the house felt for those first few weeks she was gone. Our house is entirely too large for just two people, and having someone here to fill the extra space was a lovely, if bittersweet, reminder.
The heat was nearly unbearable and the floodwaters rose a little too close for comfort, but we've survived and persevered none the worse for the wear. And now, Labor Day approaches and with it, the unofficial end of summer. The daylight is already noticeably shortened in the evenings, and soon the heat will begin to abate at least at night. I am excited about the year ahead, but terrified at the same time. This past year has been so good and has passed so fast that I scarcely had time to appreciate just how much has changed. I suppose that is part and parcel with growing older and becoming more and more satisfied with my life and my place in the world.
[this is good] I miss your house and your town and your family, you know.
Posted by: Jana | 08/29/2007 at 08:18 PM