Small Town Simple

The Simplicity Adventures of a Mother and Daughter

Summer Fades

Small Town Simple

As summer was unfolding I made a list.  Things I hoped to do.  Goals of sorts.  Some were enjoyed .  But now, as the last days of summer are drawing nigh, I am not stressing over what was not done from the list.

I’ve always been a list maker.  I honestly don’t know where the habit began.  It could have been from my busy days in mortgage banking and I listed the day’s priorities.  Or maybe it provided help with packing for the many trips we made to my in-laws.  I have always appreciated the grocery list, the Christmas list and the daily to-do list.  I taught Lauren the value of the list.  But there is one thing I know for sure – it is just a list.  Helpful?  Absolutely.  But not life altering.

And so goes my summer bucket list.  Some things I did.  My little grandson and I spent several days in the pool.  He wanting me to dunk my head in the water.  He tried it too.  He got his chin wet.  We made up stories about the sea horses that form the top line of tile around the water’s edge.  We checked out the dinosaur exhibit at our local museum.  We had to work up our courage to stand close to the t-rex towering over us.  Finally, “he isn’t going to bother us, is he Granlyn?”  No, he is just there for us to look at.  So we did.  We sat.  And we looked.

I read books and some of those stories took place in Paris.   For a brief moment I got to cross timelines and exist in someone else’s world.  Summer became too hot and muggy for an outdoor concert.  My sister and I have not yet meshed schedules.  But we will.

In the last days of summer, I do not judge myself by the list.  I just reflect on those days of pool fun, sticky fingers from summer’s fruit, great hugs from little arms and usually in combination with those sticky fingers, laughter and good cups of coffee.  Life.  The list simply reminds me that life has so many beautiful opportunities.

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”  Henry David Thoreau

Have a beautiful day.

Carolyn

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