Bad enough that my “weekend” is over, but here comes August.
If you have read this blog for any period of time, you could recall that August is quite the bittersweet month for me. I lost my Dad in 1998,and I got married in 2002.When I was a kid, my Dad always took us to the shore during the last week of August.
The best part of August, though, is the promise of fall. You can muck through the hazy, hot and humids of August and know that sometime soon the fronts will be coming and cool things off.I know my Mom always would warn me against wishing my life away, but this is one summer that I can hardly wait until the first 70 degree day comes.
I can’t believe July is almost over.
I was hoping to have had some time for rest and relaxation. Instead,I am working. I would have liked to spent time working in my garden. It unfortunately looks like the amount of time I have spent on it.I have enjoyed taking the girls down to the bay before, but now, I have to savor having them at the beach once a week.
We had to take Zush to the vet tonight because she has had a GI bug of sorts.Hopefully, the medicine and temporary diet change we are going to have to do will have her feeling better. It is a bittersweet reminder about how short life is, and it needs to be enjoyed.
I am determined that this last month of August will have me actually taking more time to enjoy things.They say you know what you have missed after it has passed you by.
Here’s to stopping the train, getting off, and savoring what’s left of life.
…a little overcast, a little light rain, a ton of walking and most importantly..breezy!
I always have enjoyed the anticipation of hurricanes, and turned into a weather maniac watching the Weather Channel and following sites on-line. I have always been intrigued by what happens as the storm works its way up the coast, the early “knocks on the door” of barometric pressure changes and storm fronts.
After all, it’s hurricane season: it’s August!
I was talking to a friend today, and the usual melancholia set in.
It’s August. When my parents would take us vacation, it has the memories of a good era. It’s also when my Dad took his vacation to heaven, on August 24,1998. It’s been 14 years. I do admit that thinking of him going on vacation was comforting. We traditionally went on vacation the last week of August, so thinking of Pop going on vacation was a help,
It doesn’t make me miss him any less.I know he’s with me, though, every day.