There’s no getting around it – this has been a weird summer. And not the good kind of weird. Lots of rain, lots of sadness, lots of solo weekends with the kids as Steve has been traveling every few weeks. Lots of work stress and some disappointments on the professional front. The garden’s a dud (but the weeds are thriving). We’ve barely hit the trails at all, we’ve only been to the pool once, we haven’t picked blueberries and we haven’t kayaked once (unless you count a failed attempt I made while visiting my parents’ lake house – Nugget cried if I got more than five feet from the dock). I bought the kids their own kayak paddles to use at Fletcher’s Cove and on vacation in the Adirondacks this summer, and they’re still in the boxes. All things considered, it’s just… not shaking out.
That’s not to say there hasn’t been some good stuff. I don’t mean to throw myself a pity party here – or at least, not for too long. We made it to Cornell Reunion and to visit my folks (including my brother and sister-in-love), and we’ve done a little hiking – Bash Bish Falls was a highlight. Peanut sang a solo at the camp talent show. I started baking bread. But even with those highlights, it just feels like the earth is off its axis.
But I’m a naturally hopeful person, and I’m convinced we can still turn this ship around and salvage one of my favorite seasons. Our family vacation is still ahead of us and I’m looking forward to long days of hiking Adirondack trails, splashing in Mirror Lake and sipping local Lake Placid brews. I’ve read some wonderful books and I have a big stack of more summer reads waiting for me. And right now, as I write this, the kids are running around the house playing “Magic Tree House,” and their little voices lift my heart like nothing else.
It’s been a weird summer. But I’m finding joy where I can, and there’s more on the horizon.