For Tuesday, August 9, 2011
I think that is why I prefer going to camp in August. When I take two weeks to live at the lake, those urgent matters are suppressed. Doctor appointments? Can’t do ‘em. We’re out of town. Making the most of sunny days? No problem! That’s easy. Without planning, without even trying, we wake up and we’re immediately where we want to be--to swim, to kayak, to float. There’s no wishing for a clear view of the sunset. It’s there. There’s no pushing of the family to leave the house to jump in the car to drive somewhere for water access. We’re already in our bathing suits and we’re already making the most of the sunny days.
And when it rains? We’re still enjoying time together. We’re playing board games and we’re baking cookies and eating dinners, side by side. We’re running outside to play with the puppy, laughing at her antics, and coming in to warm up by the Franklin stove. We’re taking time to read, to talk, to write, to nap.
August may be a tough month for those who aren’t by the lake, who aren’t secluded together as my family is right now, but until I return to the reality of a school year about to begin, I’m happily living at camp, by the water everyday, on this comforting island of denial.