I wish I had written more this summer, something I need to figure out for the fall. And I wish I had not gained 10 pounds in the last month, but I'm taking steps there too (tracking calories again; it always helps). Although I'll miss summer, as I always do, I'm not annoyed that it went so fast this year.
Make no mistake -- it did go fast. The past few summers have settled into this routine:
- School ends
- A couple weeks with nothing big, maybe a basketball camp and a swim meet
- Two basketball tournaments here in town
- Fourth of July
- A week or two of just summer
- Michael's Vegas tourney
- The state swim meet
- School begins
- Labor Day
All these mini steps go fast -- so fast that before you know it, summer is over.
The heat was back today, and even hazier skies. I hear the crickets chirping from my front porch. This summer was good, bordering on great. I wish I hiked more and didn't get chunky (vacation kills me ...), and I don't think I saw a single movie all summer, but I was never bored, got to spend time with the boys, and took in all the sun and water that I could. Work was smooth.
So basically, there isn't much for me to complain about. These summers don't last long, and I know the number of summers with the boys is finite and winding down, but I thankfully never felt like this summer was wasted. Until 2018 -- and really, there is no rush -- my summer blogging takes a break.