Mikey's footprint in the sand....

 

Wow, it's the end of September!  Can't believe I only wrote in my journal once this month.... life just gets so crazy.

My Dad had his 69th birthday on the 10th, all my siblings (but Danny in FL) and I descended upon him with BBQ fixing's & cake in hand.  I think Dad had a great day.  Good food, laughs, lots of family and bocce ball.  

Sammi is really loving preschool and Mikey is beginning to adjust.  Last Tuesday when it was time to pick her up, Mikey said, "Can we leave her there a little longer?"  Today I enrolled Sammi for pre-ballet (her first class is Wednesday morning) and I signed Mikey up for Tuesday morning story time/puppet shows at the library.  And so it begins....  I'm sure music lessons and baseball practices are just around the corner.  

Spencer is looking at a few different colleges and preparing for his SATS.  October 29th we are going to tour Salem State.  Spencer wants to go for his Criminal Justice degree.  After that he is hoping to be accepted into a police academy.   I'm nervous because his father and step mother will be there too.   We haven't spoken of college costs yet, so I'm hoping we can come to terms without having to go to court.  Fingers crossed that all goes smoothly....

This weekend Spencer and I are going white water rafting in Kennebec Maine.  We are going with a group of my co-workers.  All, but one, are bringing their sons too.  I'm looking forward to spending some quality Mom-Son time.  At almost 18 years old, his life is so busy now and it often doesn't include me.... Mike will be staying home and taking care of the little ones.

Poor Mike.  Nahhhhhh, don't feel sorry for him.  He leaves the following weekend for New York.  There is a wood working symposium he is attending with other woodturner's from his club.  He's looking forward to that time alone, I think.  : )

Still spending lots of time at the beach, but this past week it feels as if autumn has finally descended upon us.  Ah well, no frost on the pumpkins yet.  

                                                      So I can live in denial until then....

End Of Summer Thoughts

Picture taken September 2005

 

And so the end of summer has almost arrived.....  Everytime I go to the beach now, I take a moment to silently say "good bye".   I know that soon it will be too cold to come down and watch the sun sink quietly into the horizon, or feel the warm sand beneath my bare feet.   I have always loved the ocean, the waves crashing on the shore, the salty air.  I feel alive there, rejuvenated.  Yes, the ocean.  Unpredictable and as beautiful as she is cruel....    

This morning was Sammi's first day of preschool.  She's ready, I'm not.  It doesn't feel right in the house, too quiet.   This is the first time the *dynamic duo* has been seperated.  Mikey is lost without her.  He has always had her by his side, his partner in crime.   He has called out, "Sam?" twice already.  And when she didn't answer he walked sadly up to me saying, "I want Sammi home now..."  I should do something special with him today, but I'm having a hard time leaving the house.  What happens if the phone rings and Sammi needs me?  (I forgot to pack her a change of clothes in case of an accident, and I only packed 2 drinks, should have packed 3.)  Organization has never been my strong point.  Thankfully she'll only be going for 2 days a week, that's all my heart can handle for now.   Strange having one child ending his grade school experience as a senior in high school and another just beginning her journey at preschool. 

Well, off to try and get motivated.   Today the temps are supposed to be in the low 80's, so maybe we'll head to the beach.  Feeling rejuvenated doesn't sound half bad right now.  I can even say "good bye" one more time.... 

Yes, the end of summer has almost arrived.... 

 

Quote Of The Day: 

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are... Let me not
pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. One day I
shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in my pillow, or
stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than
all the world, your return.     -- Mary Jean Iron