I can't believe it is August already. I can't believe how quickly this summer has flown by; we haven't quite accomplished everything that I wanted to this summer and I'm disappointed. I really had quite lofty goals for this, the last summer that The Teenager will spend under my roof (I realize that she may come back during her summer breaks from college, I harbor no illusions that is will be remotely the same as having her under my roof on a permanent basis) and I feel like I have failed to deliver on those goals. On the bright side, we still have three weeks before Hugh and I drop her off at her dorm (just threw up in my mouth a little), so, I can still squeeze some enjoyment out of this summer if I work hard enough at it (does it seem wrong to anyone else that I have to work hard at having fun? No? Just me then?).
This weekend, Petticoat Junction hosts its' annual Corn Festival. The festival has devolved over the past few years-from a huge two-day extravaganza that drew upwards of 20,000 people to our small town with the lure of all-you-can-eat sweet corn, a big-name band and dozens of vendors- to a smaller one-day festival that features local bands and local vendors selling locally made items. I have no complaints about the scaled-back version of the festival but I'm not entirely certain that we will attend. Hugh will be working for the police department, so he will be at the festival for the entire day, but the kids and I will have to decide how much-if any-time we want to spend there. If we decide not to attend, I hope we can come up with something else to do that would provide me the opportunity to check another activity off my summer to-do list; a trip to the local waterfalls, maybe.
On a less fun note, I really do need to get some work done in my garden. The lettuce needs to be harvested, the basil needs to be pruned, the tomatoes need to be pruned and harvested, there are still squash bugs to do battle with (Weapons of the day: Neem oil and diatomaceous earth), the cucumbers are finally starting to produce and need to be plucked, and, as always, there are weeds to pull. If the garden didn't provide me with free therapy, I might be tempted to ditch the work altogether.
That reminds me, did I ever tell the story of my sister's therapy wall? No? I'll have to do that, sometime.
Anyway, it's a new day. A new month. A new opportunity to get things right and to make some memories with my babies, and I'm not going to accomplish that sitting here, so; off I go.
Me and the babies, at the Craig Campbell/Kip Moore concert during Stampede. Attend a concert with the kids, checked off the summer to-do list. Go, mom!