The month has turned, the holiday has passed and to gauge the stock in many stores summer is already over. Merchandise is marked down as if we are days away from the first frost. I understand stores don’t want too much leftover stock, but it seems a bit premature to think of fall. Yet there we have it, the rush for the next season’s dollars while still in the current one. I plan to make this summer one to linger in as long as possible.
The summer color is in full swing now. I am enjoying these waning days seeing what is blooming before we move. Monday will be the last day here, when we close the door that final time and step into something new. It is the “something new” that keeps me awake at night in the mind loops that always occur in the wee hours. I think it should be mandatory that only pleasant thoughts spoil a night of sleep.
Tonight, after a busy day of packing and toting capped off by mowing the lawn one last time, I hope to sleep solidly. There’s much still to get done before Monday.
When night comes I like to know that the day has been well spent. Things crossed off the to do list, an adventure, appointments taken care of, and the like. It helps me settle in for the night with as clear a mind as possible.
On the flip side, as the day begins and the birdsong starts, I like to know different tasks lie ahead or at least the next steps in ones underway.
Summer is underway and I am ready for it not to fly by. It feels impossible that we are closing in on July already. Looking down the river yesterday before work made it feel as if time had slowed to a languidly flowing current. The air was fresh and clean, the breeze soft and the sun warm on my back. It was a summerfest kind of day.
My peonies are blooming their hearts out, as are my iris and daisies. It is a fine farewell. I plan to dig up a few items to take with me, as my father dug them up to share with me. It is a nice thing to take along to a new place, and will help give a sense on familiarity and continuity.
After several twists, turns, misdirects and feints, we finally landed a house. One we had looked at and missed out on. Then as we moved on, the deal fell apart and the agent asked our’s if we were still interested. Luckily we hadn’t yet been able to find an apartment to rent. Now it is the final 20 some days until closing and moving. The pace has picked and is soon to become frantic.
It is an exciting time and also a crazy one. Though we are familiar with the area from Joe’s years on the force, we have new areas to the east open to explore. New trails to find, new places to discover and so much more.