Sunday, July 31, 2011

Sink Into Monday, Slide into August

Well, it's officially that time of year where we all start to lament the where'd-it-all-go-ness of the Summer. I know I am.

It's been in a hurry this year, so I'm calling for a mandatory slow-down. You can't rush this sort of thing. It's just no good to try.


In two weeks we'll slow a bit. We'll have no choice. And I'll admit, I looked wistfully at a proper zip-up jacket at TJ Maxx just yesterday. But when it came down to it, I couldn't bear to bring it home. It's just not time yet. I don't want to allow my heart to go there, because a heart only has room for so much goodness, and I'm at capacity right now, thank you very much.

I'm spinning around the carousel and stretching as far as I can to scoop up the gold rings in my reach. I'm taking 'em. Don't even try to stop me.



So, the list still hangs and we might check a few more things off. We might.

But even if we don't, I'll still walk out of the cool just to feel the warm sidewalk underfoot. And my February self will make my August self promise to notice - to really feel the heat.

It feels so dang good.



Tonight, I'll slumber-party it up in Ruby's room, because there'll be no morning rush, so why not?


Calvin's impersonation of a bobcat.

Tomorrow, we'll truck down and pick this guy up. Half-way pick-ups are meant for other months. In August, you might as well drive all the way down and stay for the night. You'd be foolish not to.


I'm here to tell you, it's winding down. Don't go wishing for the smell of leaves just yet, because August has earned her due, and I believe she'll be good to us.