Monday, September 2, 2013

2 Summers Down. 12 Summers to Go.

This is the weekend I dread.  The weekend that reminds me that it's over.  If there's anything I've learned from jotting down my thoughts in this blog, it's that I have to force myself to do things that I might never do...just because I can.  It's easy to stay home.  I'm grateful that I don't have to. 

The highlight of my summer was watching a meatball sandwich eating contest at the Italian street festival in Chicago with my daughter.  We screamed out loud.  It was hot and crowded.  Best time.  I would normally have stayed home to avoid the heat and crowds.  After the gelato, unique taste treats from local Italian restaurants, and music, my daughter turned to me and said, "Mom, this was such a great idea.  I loved it."  

I started the summer with a trip to Vegas with friends.  No one loves a slot machine more than I do.  Baseball tournaments with my son took me to Florida, Michigan, and North Carolina.  It's nice knowing I can be there to support him.

My yard looks great.  I worked hard to turn it into my little oasis.  Mom's health is improving.  

2 summers down.  My only regret is that I didn't spend time at the beach or my local pool, but I'm grateful for all the beautiful pleasures I took time to enjoy. Blago has 12 more to go.  Come to think of it, walking the beach is still possible this month.  At least for me.