Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Up for air

The last two weeks have been phenomenally busy with family and work. Today, I completed a work milestone I had been working on for more than a month, and with it, I finally feel like I can breathe again.

So with this lungful of fresh air, what am I going to write about? Fall has astronomically begun. The boys are deep into their routines, although Ben's will change here with fall baseball ending and winter swim team beginning in about two weeks. We will be on vacation in three. Halloween is five weeks from Saturday. Christmas is three months away.

I hate when I get into these absolutely swamped periods because I don't stop to just enjoy the day. I don't write. I don't spend nearly as much time with the boys as I should. I get nothing done around the house. I'm only looking toward the next milestone, the next chance to get a deep breath.

I don't have quite a solution to this other than taking a deep breath tonight as I write this. Can I include something from my day? I played Super Mario Kart with the boys. I co-oped at school and helped with two P.E. classes. I sliced my finger open trying to slice a loaf of bread (and I still have blood on my ankle on which it splattered from my index finger; thankfully, it wasn't so bad that I needed a stitch). I walked the dog, and now am sitting on my porch in the cool night after the hot day (at least 90 degrees).

My goal for tomorrow: Keep up the breathing ...

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Summer 2015: Day 110 -- The Last Day of Summer

The pool just looked too inviting.

Ben only had 15 minutes of swim practice left in the indoor pool. I was sitting in the sun, getting some work done, glancing at the outdoor pool that was only open to lap swimmers. The mushroom shower on the shallow end was off. A couple of the lanes were in use. I wasn't going to swim laps anyway -- I am definitely a runner, not a swimmer. But according to my calendar, the one that begins this season in May and ends it the day before the first NFL game, this was last the day of summer.

I had to jump in the pool one more time.

I grabbed my goggles and walked around the to deep end, which has been incredibly clear lately, so much that I can see how deep it goes down -- a little unnerving for someone who's still somewhat afraid of deep water. I didn't hesitate and hopped in. The plunge felt like summer, one last time. The water was slightly chilly, but the experience was worth it.

I made a good show of it for the lifeguard by swimming one lap, then grabbing a kickboard and swimming another. I don't think he would have cared that I jumped in, as long as I wasn't playing Marco Polo or Sharks and Minnows. Michael cane outside after shooting around inside for a while, and I floated on the shallow end while we talked. Eventually, I got out, collected Ben, and we picked up Little Caesar's for dinner.

I had concluded summer.

Sure, the day wasn't just that. I worked in the morning, co-oped in the afternoon, and picked up Ben's team's soccer jerseys. I watched a "Facts of Life" episode I hadn't seen in 30 years (with Eve Plumb guest-starring!) and took the dog for a walk. And I'm starting to get seriously tired, so I'm going to wrap this post up, and the summer. I'm not making any judgements of the past summer -- it was what it was: fun at times, exhausting at others, and occasionally frustrating. No regrets, and no feeling like it was wasted. Just went by too fast, but at the same time, ended right as I needed it to.

Until next summer, when I first jump into the deep end and blog about every day during my favorite time of the year ...

Now bring on football.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Summer 2015: Day 109

A long but not terrible Tuesday of work today. Temperatures are pleasant, and I worked from the porch most of the day. Ben had his first Cub Scout meeting (technically, he's a Webelo) and had a lot of fun. It was more of an introductory meeting, but they den leaders had some fun activities planned for the boys. He's going to love this all year, I can already tell.

I came home and completed a fantasy football draft with my co-workers -- I had started it on my phone during the Scout meeting. Then, I took Popcorn on a long walk, and managed to keep my calories for the day in the green (I'm back to tracking; it had been so successful in the spring, and I tend to gain five pounds every September ...). I listened to fantasy football podcasts all the way. At one point, passing a particularly bright streetlight, I caught my shadow and thought it looked young. It's probably just my skinny legs, but the view made me feel good after several trying days. I think that's going to be my goal for this fall: Feel as young as possible, no matter how cranky I get.

Just one day of summer left ...

Monday, September 7, 2015

Summer 2015: days 92-108

Two weeks. No blogging. Ugh.

The boys are back in school, and the routine I sought is just about set. But it's been a tiring two weeks. Work has seemed to drain all my creative energy and has been souring my mood. I feel like I gained back 10 of the 25 pounds I lost in the spring. I see things around the house that need to be done, yet I can't quite find the wherewithal to work on them. That goal to hit the waterpark one more time before summer ended felt like too much of a chore. Fantasy football drafts are in full swing, yet I've had no time to do my usual preparations. I've been taking my laptop to Ben's baseball games to work.

It's an end-of-summer blah, one that I think I need the end of summer, at least by my calendar, to cure. The NFL season starts Thursday, and when it does, I close the curtain on Summer 2015. I'm in no rush for the weather to cool, but I'm ready for a little change of mood.

The last two weeks haven't been terrible, just weary. Some of the highlights:

  • We took the boys to Golden Spike National Historic Site in northern Utah this past Saturday, then went to the Great Salt Lake to see the Spiral Jetty. The lake is so low right now, you can walk out a half mile across the salt-encrusted bed before you get to the water. The scene was so surreal; it definitely was matching my recent mood.
  • Yesterday, we took the boys golfing at Mick Riley's par-3 course. Both of them did well, though we we were liberal on their scores. I shot a 40, including a birdie on the No. 9 that I chipped in.
  • Ben played three baseball games, and his team won twice. He doesn't have a hit yet but is having fun.
  • Michael had his tryout for his club basketball team; he is hoping to land a spot on the select team -- we will find out this week.
  • I'm back in co-op mode at the boys' school. Soccer is starting up as well for Ben, and I'm back as coach.
There must be more, but nothing is readily coming to mind. Yeah, my mood is sour, as distant as the salty lake bed in the hot sun. I'm hoping the short week turns my outlook around.