Last weekend a friend asked, "What happened to August?" and I knew what she was talking about. There it was, only five or so days into the month and the month already seemed to be over, or at least over-booked. I feel like I'm careening headlong on a greased slide into September, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of August as it blurs by.
August has always been a busy month, but we've usually disguised the work we're doing by maintaining that summer attitude - there's sun, there's time, why not have a beer? Now we're just cranking - class prep, working on our pieces for the September Supercrawl, finishing my collection, etc. It'd be a little less disconcerting (this apparent loss of the essence of August) if things were going to be settling down in September. Alas, this is not the case. It's only going to continue to ratchet up. But I can't lie, a great deal of it is of our own design.
So in order to grab hold of what's left of summer, I've slipped some jam making in (peach jam - yum, but peeling peaches is a bitch) and have a goal that speaks to what August should be. Before the end of the month, the ladyfriend and I will go to our local, outdoor public pool. It's only about three blocks away, and we've never been. I walked by it yesterday and a longing, mixed with a Proustian moment of nostalgia, overcame me. Hanging out at the public pool. Very summer, very achievable.
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