We’re winding down the symbolic end of summer here at the Stewart Parry residence with a major case of cramps (me), a head cold (him), and a stormy, humid day (ugh). Labor Day Weekend is bittersweet for most people, probably, and for various reasons that all live on the same spectrum. Because on either side, you had so much fun that you’re feeling completely bummed to be done or you’re realizing that the summer somehow passed you by completely, with nary a poolside drink in sight.
I ask myself……did I eat enough tomatoes? Cherries? Watermelon? Corn? I should probably have eaten more burrata. When is the last time I had an ice cream cone? Can I continue to drink rose through the fall? (ok, that one doesn’t count). When was the last time I had an OOO up? Of course, if I really think about it, I did plenty of summery things this season, hiking, kayaking, tie dyeing, picnicking, visiting friends (+friends visiting) and eating dinner on our free table on the roof, and, yes, drinking plenty of rose.
But since I don’t have kids, and I don’t own a beach house, and I’m not a teacher, and we don’t have a car, the majority of our summer days carry on same as our fall ones, or spring ones, or winter ones even. I’m still stressed at work, I’m still doing laundry on Sunday afternoons, and I still spend most of my time here in the city. We don’t do a week-long beach vacation or have a family home by a body of water to retreat to at 5pm on Fridays.
And while one day maybe that will change (seriously though, is everyone else rich?), I have to find the beauty and fun in the routine, no matter what the weather is outside. There’s something nice about that too, and one I hope means that I’m able to find pockets of that same sense of freedom throughout the year.
Anyway, I can hear the ice cream truck out the dining room window as I wrap this up right now, so I guess summer doesn’t have to be over just yet.