Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Feeling Lazy

It's nearing the end of summer and I'm feeling lazy. I, of course, have things I should be doing, but I just don't quite feel up to it. Maybe in a few minutes, maybe next week, who knows? It seems like the rest of my time is plotted out until I start back to school, but there are free blocks where I should be getting things done (like now) when I am not getting anything much done. Oh, well. Maybe part of the problem of having a summer list is my still childish notion that summer is for vacation time. Whatever. I've enjoyed the summer with swimming, trip to great places, visiting friends and family, Mule rides and just lazing around. Z and I often take a morning Mule ride, and sometimes when my husband gets home in the evening we'll all take another ride. (My son loves his rides, especially the mower.) (The Mule, by the way, is a four wheel vehichle with a bench seat so we can all ride.) When I'm really feeling lazy I like to relax in the hammock -- the picture is a view from my hammock. Pretty soon it will be back to school and getting all kinds of work done and dealing with students and all that fun stuff that comes along with being a teacher. Can you tell, I'm not quite ready to go back yet?

Friday, August 04, 2006

Finally A New Post

You would think I'd have more time to post now that I'm on break for the summer, but the reverse seems to be true, since it's been months and months since I last posted. It's finally not scorchingly, awfully hot here. It was actually quite nice stepping out onto the porch this morning and breathing in a breath of fresh air. Last night before the heat broke I was standing by the screen door watching my son and the waves of heat coming in the door felt like blasts froma furnace. I remember thinking, if it were winter, this would feel good. But it wasn't and it didn't. You know it's hot when you lie on the hammock with the sprinkler alternately sprinkling you and the lawn and you get hot again before the sprinkler comes back to you. If you couldn't tell, I'm not a big fan of it being hot outside. I would much rather be cold than hot. Enough about that.

I was thinking the other day about a story I wanted to write. I tend to think big -- long stories, novels, series, etc... In reality I don't have time to do this, so I thought, well how about if I just write part of it -- start small -- make it a short story, then work from there. So I'm going to give it a try. I'll let you know how it goes.

My son is growing fast -- it's hard to beleive. He talks up a storm and loves to be outside exploring. Mostly this is a good thing. Not so good when he goes wandering off from the yard or chases a bird down the path into the woods. Right now he is also enamored with berries. Every time we go out in the yard he wants to go for a ride and hunt for berries. And let me tell you, he lets you know if sees some, especially if you are trying to sneak past and get back home without stopping.