Today, the temperature dropped noticeably by several degrees. The air smells different. The cicadas are quiet. Summer is quietly slipping her sun-kissed shoulders into a sweater the colors of pumpkin and purple. I love Fall, but I really hate to see Summer fade. Sigh.
This summer, I worked. I worked to the point of exhaustion - so much so that I literally did nothing but vegetate on my days off. I look back over the last several days and weeks, and I regret the wasted time. However, there were a few highlights.
I spent a fun week in our nation's capitol exploring the many museums and historic landmarks to the point of total saturation.
I ended a stressful relationship with a long-time friend and felt only relief.
I nursed a friend in need - not only by my skills with a needle, but with my compassion for a friend with a wounded heart.
I gave up and got bifocals. . .and, with great pleasure, started to read books again.
I turned fifty, dammit.
I shared an extremely private moment (which will remain private) with my best friend in a bathroom in a bar after many shots of Patron. . .and fell in love with her all over again.
I danced.
I got a concussion while being dipped while dancing. (No comments from the peanut gallery, thankyouverymuch.)
I watched my best friend fall deeply in love with the right man.
I helped my youngest daughter move into her first apartment.
I spent hours at a time in deep discussions about life, love, and the future with my middle daughter and enjoyed every minute of it.
I helped my oldest daughter come to the realization that a Harvard degree doesn't mean much when the man holding it isn't the one she truly loves.
I spent a warm summer's night on a trampoline sleeping under the stars with an eighty-pound dog as my blanket buddy.
I danced. . .again.
Wow. I was wrong. This was one of the best fucking summers of my life.
Miss you, Ash.
