I hope you had a lovely long weekend. Mine sure was, with a wedding to celebrate and a hot May sun to lounge in.
I read a book all afternoon on Sunday and let myself ignore obligations to write or work or anything, just for my peace of mind.
And then I tried planting flowers in a pot on my porch, but the squirrels shredded them and flung dirt everywhere and seeing it the next morning my husband just shook his head and scraped it all up and back into the pot and we laughed and shook our fists at wild life, because sometimes we forget its there.
For the holiday, my best friend came over so that we could we dangle our legs in the community pool and talk about relationships and people watch while all the neighbors that I don’t know I live next to bring their kids out to splash around when it’s 95 degrees on Memorial Day.
Chicago winters have us all living like hermits, but come summer, everyone comes out of their caves to socialize and feel sun on skin and spend time together.
Hello, Summer. I’m glad you’re here.