HOW do months whizz by ever more swiftly with each new calendar? 2014 is all but over. School has ended, kids are home for the extended Summer break and my disbelief sets in. I’m always like: “but, but… really??”
This is not a TwitchyCorner highlights or 2014 wrap post. (That would require research, compilation and effort.) In the past I’ve written stupid poems about how quickly the time flies. Fear not dear reader- for that also, would require some effort.
This is merely a musing post about year’s ends; when I take stock (moved house, kept everyone alive, didn’t leave anyone behind at the bottle shop) then undertake my sacred annual rituals. As the mercury rises, my brain, care-factor and heat-affected life forces plummet to sloth-like levels, threatening to remain there for a number of weeks. I may choose to get a little house-proud, socialise some. That’s it.
SEVEN WEEKS of non-stop noise plus mess plus searing heat? WHY THANK YOU! Too generous…really you shouldn’t have. The very idea renders me senseless. Below is a dramatic approximation of my Summer-rate enthusiasm. Also pretty much literally what I will be doing: wilting like an Autumn petal but with a couch and a jug of home-made iced espresso mocha.
2014 has seen us FINALLY in our built new home. My kids have grown and developed in a kind of time lapse before my very eyes. The girl, at very-almost-eight has consolidated her reading, beautiful handwriting and class skills in a sudden leap. She’s musical, acrobatic, cluey, observant. The boy, at now fifteen started a new school in February*. It was the single best move for him ever and the greatest step toward a better future. I see glimpses of his potential, the young man he’s becoming (with giant feet). He’s eaten everything in his path (a locust swarm and upstairs-overhead-stampede of one) and grown so much taller!
It’s been a big year. We all deserve some chill time. So I won’t be looking to do too much cooking or rigorous decision-making and what I do have left I’ll be using to bribe/crowbar young eyes and bodies away from screens and shove them outdoors.
“Beach weather!” I hear? But I only go when it’s cool, or late and half deserted. High heat signals the Twitchy version of air-conned hibernation. So just redirect my mail to the couch or back verandah where I shall be watching movies (and grazing) or reading (and grazing), barely bothered to change out of my Summer robe unless I really like you. Mentally I’m so there already I can’t be arsed crafting a proper ending to this post.
What’s your brain doing this Summer?
(* One of my most read and shared posts.)