It seems premature to talk about this summer in the past tense, but I already catch myself doing so. The pool is getting colder earlier in the day, the Red Sox are losing, and fantasy football drafts are starting. All signs that fall is fast approaching. I haven’t seen anything pumpkin flavored yet, but it’s just a matter of time.
Most disturbingly, school is starting up again.
The teenager is entering her junior year of high school, the most important year in my opinion. Having spent the majority of the last few months in the nonstop company of her boyfriend, a re-prioritization of time management will be in order.
The baby will be transitioning from three days of preschool a week to five. She loves going, and we like the break enough that she’s been attending a summer session Tuesdays and Thursdays, but having the weekends as the only time for our adventures just doesn’t seem like it will be adequate.
This summer started, as they all do, with a long list of things that I wanted to do with the girls. As with most summers, very few of them got crossed off. We’ve had a great time, with lots of fun days by the pool, but I don’t like lists with things not crossed off them. Nobody else seems to be bothered by this.
This weekend I’ll be taking Kayla to her first comic-con and soon we’ll be kidnapping her for a few days at the shore. We didn’t do any fishing, but I finally got Alaina out on the lake a few days ago.
The novelty of being “on a boat” wore off relatively quickly, but she was very excited when we spotted the “gnome house.” I have no idea what this building actually is, but she accepted the fact that gnomes sleep during the day so we shouldn’t stop by to say hello.
The good news is that I’ll have plenty of time alone in the afternoons to figure out what is able to be transferred to the “fall, to-do” list.
I guess I’ll make this one a little shorter.