The summer is upon us, and how good a thing it is.
The weather here in Mayberry has been so unbelievably beautiful lately. Every time I step outside I want to stretch out my arms, raise my face to the heavens and spin in circles like Maria.
Sometimes I do it.
Even during rainy days and thunderstorms and tornado watches I’m happy. It seems to be that perfect temperature at all times: that temperature somewhere around 68 degrees and breezy to where if you open your windows you can hear the leaves and branches whooshing together and you feel like you could maybe even fly a kite or something.
I have so much to work on, finish, accomplish, succeed at, and I feel like this summer (racing by already) it will be.
Poor Kyle and I are collaborating on a project that might even turn into a business.
I am writing a book about marriage and haven’t forgotten.
And the best news of all is that tomorrow night I will host my end-of-term piano recital, complete with certificates and treats afterward, and not only will we celebrate the end of a fantastic period of young musical growth, but also the beginning of HOURS AND HOURS OF FREE TIME COMING MY WAY.
Don’t get me wrong: teaching piano is not a bad job. I would not say I love it because that might be a lie. But I have grown quite fond of my little kidlets with their weekly updates of newly loosened teeth and the mysterious colourful smudges on their sticky hands—have you ever noticed how kids always seem to have inexplicably smudgy and colourful hands? Why is that? Markers I guess, from school. Or maybe M&M juice.
But now that the season has come to an end I find myself fantasizing about all the free hours coming my way, and daylight hours at that! What will I do with all that time, I ask myself like an interview of someone who’s just won some sort of outrageous sweepstakes of minutes and seconds.
Well, I might sit outside on the deck one day.
Maybe I’ll get to look at my plants growing in their pots while it’s actually still sunny out.
I could mow the back lawn.
I’ve thought about sweeping the floors.
I might even go crazy and finally take that shower I keep talking about.
No matter what I end up doing, I can assure you I will do it carefully, thoughtfully, and with very much pleasure.
I will not squander my minutes.