I have a love/hate relationship with August. August makes me melancholy. It makes me think about all of the things I haven't accomplished in July--I always have huge plans, and don't achieve many of them. It makes me realize that it's almost school time again. While I love my job, the insane pace that life takes on once school starts, not so much. I love August weather, hate that it signals the waning summer. Days are getting conspiculously shorter. Makes me a bit panicky, I have to say. I love the bounty of the farmer's market, hate that it also means Thanksgiving will be here before we know it.
Maybe part of my problem with this August is that I was taking a very intensive course for the first 2 weeks of July. My personal life has had more than its share of bumps along the way recently. Happily we are getting through them, things are better than ever, but it hasn't been especially easy. And hasn't made this summer especially wonderful--and now August in all her freaking glory is here already. *sigh* See, melancholy.
But--good things are on the horizon. Hubs and I are going away for a couple of days, just the 2 of us! I'm excited. Although I really miss having little guys, this is one benefit. Big kids (ok, the girl is an adult...) can fend for themselves, keep the menagerie alive in my absence and my house will be standing at the end of it all. Blackberries are a wonderful thing--I can check in with them whenever I need to be sure all is well. We've decided to go to Tobermory, one of our favourite places on earth. Have I mentioned I can't wait?!
We've also booked a yurt for the hubs birthday weekend in September. I love camping, but neither one of us can sleep on the ground in a tent anymore (middle aged backs are not fans of that!). So we've planned another weekend sans enfants, camping in a yurt. A yurt is kind of like a cabin, only circular shaped. It comes with beds and all the stuff you need for camping. Another bonus. Fall camping is the absolute best kind of camping. Again--can't wait! And the girl has agreed to come home from university to help make sure her brothers survive (and don't have a high school party and trash my house).
I've just realized that in addition to my angst about my new job (exciting and terrifying!), my girl will soon be heading back to university. Which she loves. So much that she doesn't come home very often and I really miss her when she's gone. She's living in a house this year, and has to cook for herself. Maybe I'll see her more often so she can come home to be fed up :)
Another reason for feeling some melancholy this year--my geriatric kitty has started peeing in inappropriate places. Like my bed. With me in it. I think she's maybe lost her marbles. And it pangs me to think that we are maybe going to have to make a very difficult decision. But I need to be a realist. I can't afford to replace all the things that get ruined when covered in cat urine. Like my purple haze purse (periwinkle nubuck leather Roots....). My mattress. The carpet. She's been to the vet, there's nothing physically wrong. There are enough litter boxes placed strategically around the house for 10 cats. I repeat--I think she's lost her marbles.
August is not a good month around here for grief. It seems to be the emotion of the month. In response, I am determined to not wallow in self-pity (I know, doesn't sound like it, does it?). But I will make the best of a difficult month. I will be excited about school. I will be excited about cooler days ahead. I will enjoy these last few weeks of beach weather. I promise.
The worst thing about August--I just get into the swing of summer living and it's time to get thinking about fall.
What do you do to get ready for fall?
Maybe part of my problem with this August is that I was taking a very intensive course for the first 2 weeks of July. My personal life has had more than its share of bumps along the way recently. Happily we are getting through them, things are better than ever, but it hasn't been especially easy. And hasn't made this summer especially wonderful--and now August in all her freaking glory is here already. *sigh* See, melancholy.
But--good things are on the horizon. Hubs and I are going away for a couple of days, just the 2 of us! I'm excited. Although I really miss having little guys, this is one benefit. Big kids (ok, the girl is an adult...) can fend for themselves, keep the menagerie alive in my absence and my house will be standing at the end of it all. Blackberries are a wonderful thing--I can check in with them whenever I need to be sure all is well. We've decided to go to Tobermory, one of our favourite places on earth. Have I mentioned I can't wait?!
We've also booked a yurt for the hubs birthday weekend in September. I love camping, but neither one of us can sleep on the ground in a tent anymore (middle aged backs are not fans of that!). So we've planned another weekend sans enfants, camping in a yurt. A yurt is kind of like a cabin, only circular shaped. It comes with beds and all the stuff you need for camping. Another bonus. Fall camping is the absolute best kind of camping. Again--can't wait! And the girl has agreed to come home from university to help make sure her brothers survive (and don't have a high school party and trash my house).
I've just realized that in addition to my angst about my new job (exciting and terrifying!), my girl will soon be heading back to university. Which she loves. So much that she doesn't come home very often and I really miss her when she's gone. She's living in a house this year, and has to cook for herself. Maybe I'll see her more often so she can come home to be fed up :)
Another reason for feeling some melancholy this year--my geriatric kitty has started peeing in inappropriate places. Like my bed. With me in it. I think she's maybe lost her marbles. And it pangs me to think that we are maybe going to have to make a very difficult decision. But I need to be a realist. I can't afford to replace all the things that get ruined when covered in cat urine. Like my purple haze purse (periwinkle nubuck leather Roots....). My mattress. The carpet. She's been to the vet, there's nothing physically wrong. There are enough litter boxes placed strategically around the house for 10 cats. I repeat--I think she's lost her marbles.
August is not a good month around here for grief. It seems to be the emotion of the month. In response, I am determined to not wallow in self-pity (I know, doesn't sound like it, does it?). But I will make the best of a difficult month. I will be excited about school. I will be excited about cooler days ahead. I will enjoy these last few weeks of beach weather. I promise.
The worst thing about August--I just get into the swing of summer living and it's time to get thinking about fall.
What do you do to get ready for fall?
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