It is the very last day of August! We have almost survived the summer! You know, summer, the season we thought would make everything magically easier, what with the lack of snow pants and schedules and school lunches to assemble, but was not magically easier? It turns out each season is difficult in its own way. You might find this shocking. I understand. I found it shocking too. Yesterday, after a nice swim in a friend’s pool, I took the kids to Walmart, and they were so argumentative and whiny while we were there that two different grandmotherly types looked at me sympathetically and said something reassuring about school starting again soon, and I think they actually meant it reassuringly and not as a thinly veiled attempt to tell me to cherish every moment.
My friend Ruth passed away this month. I worked with her at Manulife and she was the sort of person who would notice that you always sneezed three times, with a lengthy pause between the second and third sneezes, and would hold her “bless you” until after the third sneeze had happened. I miss her. The world feels a little strange and sad without her.
We spent last week volunteering at Camp Hermosa, which is always a wonderful time but greatly contributes to my end-of-August ennui, because I know a time will come at some point when we won’t spend a week there every summer, and then when will I see some of my favourite people in the whole world? Well. Let’s not turn our minds to it.
This was a bit of a downer, wasn’t it? Possibly I just need another cup of coffee. I’ll toss a pretty photo up at the top of this post, hit publish, and we’ll plan to reconvene here in a few days when morale is improved.