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Slow down Summer

Arriving home Friday night, the air was heavy with moisture and the threat of a summer shower  – the humidity/heat index hovered in the triple digits.  Hubbs, naturally slender, smiled at finally being warm.  His movements were easy, mine not so much.   I rushed in with groceries, wiping the sweat from my neck, and stayed inside to cool down in the air-conditioning.

After a shower and with my hair up, I re-joined him on the patio for an iced-cold beer and one of our typical meandering Friday night conversations.

The two of us spoke longingly of our upcoming summer vacation – remembering summers of our past, some spent together, some before we met.

We both remembered that first slice of watermelon, sitting on Grandma’s front steps and a shared childhood memory of Root Beer floats, burnt hot dogs and someone’s homemade pie.

We recalled wienie roasts with cousins, sleepovers, marshmallows cooked too long, and the crackle of the fire against the quiet of a dark summer night.

We reminisced about when our boys were little, how we spent summer days with Super Soakers, sprinkler hoses and water balloons and unbridled fun.

We remembered cookouts with Grandparents and Aunts and Uncles, with hordes of cousins to play with and the best food we’d ever eaten – Taco Salad, baked beans, fried chicken, burgers off the grill, lemonade, Rhubarb, Cherry and Saskatoon pie.  We talked about an older brother backing his car into the yard and opening the trunk to crank up the tunes – Led Zeppelin, Al Green or the Beatles.  We remembered some adults sipping beer from short brown bottles and Great Uncles playing Horseshoes and ladies fanning themselves against the summer warmth.    We remembered the prickly feel of lawn chairs against our sun-burnt thighs and the cozy happiness we felt being tucked into bed after such a rapturous day.

Summers were magical when we were kids – days were longer – parents were lenient – it was like everyone all knew this couldn’t – wouldn’t last.

Summer is here. Please last a little while longer.

 

Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that’s heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it’s all going in the other direction.”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

 

Care to share your favorite summer memories?  Did your elders send you outside to eat watermelon or iced cream, too?

That’s me on Dad’s knee – An Emjayandthem (C) photo

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Fussworthy and not-so-much

Just this weekend, my blogging buddy Leah penned a thought-provoking post called “My favorite things and what’s up with that?”  I read it once and then read it again and lingered on how her thoughts have inspired mine.

So, Leah shared what she’s loving right now (Vitamin water, new music, eating outside and Instagram) and things she’s not so sure about (juicing, the book I wrote about the other day, and the Olympics.)

So with that, here’s my top 5 Fuss-worthy delights of late:

Walking barefoot in the yard.  Remember how, as a kid, we’d run around barefoot all the time? I do.  As a kid, the soles of my feet were as tough as leather; I could walk across gravel, straw and dry prairie grass without so much as a flinch.  Over time, my feet became soft.  Going barefoot in the grass and out on the patio takes me back to summer days of old.

Fireflies.  I grew up too far north for those little guys to live so I don’t have childhood memories of catching fireflies … but boy I do ever feel like a child when one alights near me now.   Magical.

Finding a new (old) tune on  Amazon.   I’ve rediscovered my country roots by downloading some vintage classics like Mel McDaniel’s “Lord have mercy, Baby’s got her blue jeans on.”  I know it’s corny as what but when I hear that song I can’t resist belting out the lyrics and working it just a little.

Color.  I’m not a confident decorator and have tended to favor neutrals and old standbys that I grew up with: country blue, rose and linen. But lately, the World Market look has tempted me with colors like paprika, lime, spice and robin’s egg blue.   And I don’t spend much, just a few $$ on a pillow or a new throw.  What a difference!

world market pillows; google.images.com

Shopping my closet.   I’ve mentioned how exercising and eating healthier (translate not: being an idiot when I indulge) has brought about positive changes in my shape and size.  And that’s great, ’cause who doesn’t love to see results?  But sometimes, when we’ve been one size for a while, our minds forget what those other sizes felt  like.   And then come days when you think, “oh what the heck” and go for it. I pulled a top out last Thursday and paired it with an older wrap skirt and netted a ton of compliments. Why? ‘Cause it’s flattering, fits well and looks new.  And I hadn’t worn either in 8 years.

Put your blue jeans on and work it with Sammy Kershaw’s cover of Mel’s hit song:

And now to the “I don’t get what the fuss is all about” stuff:

The Olympics.  Leah, I am with you on this one. I hope all athletes do well and I will catch a highlight or two but I’m just not that into it this time.

TomKat.  Since when did a celebrity split = news?  Katie takes Suri to lunchThey eat!  And that’s a headline?  Please.

Expensive brand names. I’m sure it’s the farm girl in me but I find a certain satisfaction at snagging a purse on clearance for $12.00. I’ve never carried a $200 designer bag and I never will. Why? Because if I don’t have $200 to put in the bag, I don’t need no $200 purse.

Pilates. Tried it. More than once. Can’t. Do. It. Jessica Rabbit was not designed to move like that. The end.

Starbucks. I have never understood the appeal. When I have to pretend I know another language just to order a large coffee, I’d rather .. not.  Venti-latte blah blah blah makes me feel like Thurston Howell the III.  Luvveeee! Plus, it’s just not that good.

How about you?  What things are you having fun fussing over this summer?  Which could you easily throw by the wayside?

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Purposeful Nothingness

the 'Northern Lights' .. a must add to any bucket list

An absence of schedule.

Lack of obligation.

No particular place to be.

Naps.

No socks, no clocks, no dress code ….

Instead …. frogs singing me to sleep and songbirds chirping in my ear at daybreak, cups of really strong coffee… with cream. No skim, 2% or Flavoring … cream.  Old dog snoozing happily in the porch.   Too many books, watermelon for breakfast followed by a dip in the pool.  Sunscreen, steak marinating, and cherries from the fruit stand up the road.  Oscillating fans, screen doors, pool floaties and tan lines.  Skirts, heels, lip gloss and painted toes.   Linen shorts, baseball on the radio and supper on the patio … Tee times, bug spray, Tank tops, flip flops, and summer rains.   Grilling out with Roy Orbison, Elvis and Tom Petty at the water’s edge.   Windows open, daylight lingering…  and a firefly’s dance within reach.  Barbeque sauce, summer salads, and happy hour with friends.

Every year, the hubbs and I take 1 week off to do all of  the above …and this year?

It starts this afternoon. 🙂

How ’bout you? Any vacay plans on the horizon?


Categories: Family, Fun, Holidays, Home, Joy, Life, music, Personal, Relationships, Seasons, Thoughts, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 30 Comments

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