Technically, summer vacation is when schools are closed. But emotionally, mentally, summer vacation evokes aspirations and memories of camp-outs, sunburns, young romance, and not doing a whole heck of a lot. The only real expectations were fun and relaxation.
The last time I had a true summer vacation was 11th grade.
That summer was the last time I slept in, lazed my days away, toodled around with friends (the word ‘toodled’ may reveal my generation), and in general had an ab-fab, refreshing time with find memories to take me through the winter.
Grown up summers are somehow busier than non-summers. Something is wrong with that! 🙂 The camping and road trips with my kids are somehow more work than regular life, but of course the memories are priceless.
This summer has been no different. The illusion of slowing down and smelling the roses has evaporated once again, and extra busyness prevails. But it’s mostly a good busyness…son home from the Navy, getting to know the daughter’s new beau, watching homemade fireworks manufactured by one of my kiddos…and waiting for someone to call the cops on us…
Good times! Just without the restful part. Maybe it should be called something other than ‘vacation’, the antonyms for which include: labor, exertion, occupation, and toil. That about sums it up for me!
I have squeezed in some writing time (never enough time for that) and will have a new time travel romance novel released in the next month, so that’s fun too.
Beaten down by Lincoln’s War and personal tragedy, Gabriel Merritt has lost all hope. But when he finds Sophie in his field, a spark fans back to life.
In the post-war South still licking its wounds, Sophie and Gabriel find they have more in common than they think—but it takes a mysterious child to lead them to each other.
It’s the second book in my Tennessee Waltz series (the first is Kiss Me, I’m Irish), and there will be a third to complete it. Guess when that needs to get written?
Looks like I won’t see a fall vacation either. But there is blessing in the busyness, and I am ever grateful.
So tell me, is your summer restful or crazier than ever?