I hate to say it, or think it....but summer is almost done. Today, high of 28. Tomorrow, 16, and Saturday 11! Still, it's bad summer is ending, but it's good too. I can get back to normal.... as normal as I get, that is.
We have literally spent every single weekend at the new campsite. Every chance we get we are there. The house is neglected. The garden has been taken over by rampaging herds of slugs. The motorbike sputters pathetically and gives me a weak flash of headlight when I try to start it. The TV won't play because the satellite has been moved by some windstorm - we have no idea how long it's been out. And the cat. Oh, the poor cat. Anytime we are actually home he never lets us out of his sight. He follows us, crying his hoarse, cracked meow, desperate for attention. He dives at the door every time we move toward it in a desperate attempt to block our leaving. Poor guy.
So, it's good. Now we can pat pat the cat and tell him..."only a couple weekends left. Then we'll be trapped in here with you for the whoooole loooong winter."
*Shudder.*
And it's good for me personally, too. The instructor from the writing retreat I attended in May reached out to me to see how I was doing with my project. She emailed me in the middle of June. I replied 3 days ago, which was the first day I had my home computer on in.... well, since a week after that retreat. Almost three months of no TV, computer (well except at work), housework, yardwork, or writing. I am definitely looking forward to getting back at the writing. It's itching at me....and I think I have finally figured out how to correct that plot issue.
The campground has made this the best summer ever. Ever. It has been a great retreat from the world, and we have had unspeakable amounts of fun. (I plan to go back and fill in some summer posts with pics and such, once I get settled. I will backdate them, but will also mark each one BackPost. Then it's doesn't seem so much like I am cheating). We have worked hard and played hard out there.
I hope we get one more really nice weekend out there. Obviously it isn't going to be this one, but maybe the long weekend will surprise us. History shows it can go either way. I remember the year of the Bryan Adams concert in Red Deer, where it snowed so bad the people attending couldn't drive back to the city. And I also remember the year we took our bikes for an overnight drive to the mountains, and it was so hot and beautiful we stayed an extra two days. Just one more, just to make a nice end to a great summer. And if not, so be it. It has been a great summer...but there's always next year. So let's lift our glasses and toast a wonderful summer, and hope next year finds us all doing the same!
