Season in the Sun

 I am a little sad for various reasons right now, but I do want to gratefully acknowledge that we had a fantastic summer. Angus didn't come home because his job at Tread is super busy in the summer, but he did drive to a college friend's place in Canton, which is right over the border an hour from us, so we hopped over the border for lunch and a hug. 

We squished a bunch of people into Mark and Collette's pool for a birthday party.

(brief thunderstorm interlude)

(and back outside)

We squished a similar bunch of people into the screened-in porch at Margot and Michael's cottage. 

Tripletting!

Matthew's new girlfriend finally won a game of cribbage after twenty games, and when I took out my phone she completely understood the assignment. Which is important, because somehow none of our kids have gotten the memo that they should consider us old and uncool, and they keep following us around everywhere. Is it for the free food? Quite possibly.

I've gotten more in touch of my mood cycles during the year, but I think I finally nailed down summer. In July we (Eve and I) are calm and intentional and make many Summer Plans: reading in pretty places, museums, dinners, gardening.

Eve missed Lauren, who lived next to her in their student house, so much that we made her come to Ottawa and sleep in the room next door to Eve.

I have a yearly date with my friend Janis where we go downtown to the market, have lunch and wander around and catch each other up on our families. Janis lives about four streets away, so it is a little bit insane that I only see her once a year, but we never miss that once a year. 

In August, we start off all smug thinking we still have a whole month of summer left, and then descend into panic that we have less than a month of summer left, make hasty plans that sometimes turn out weird, get briefly depressed, then get kind of excited about the fall 

Lucy seeking shade under my reading chair outside.

I got back from moving Eve Tuesday night and worked Wednesday in two very quiet libraries, getting things ready for the onslaught. Matt is in New Mexico and the house was way too quiet. And now it feels weird that it's not even September yet. My inner calendar is drunk.