This summer is a mystery to me still. In previous years, I’ve had camps scheduled, pool passes purchased, sunscreen stockpiled, but this summer we’re rolling ’80’s style, throwing caution to the wind, and not planning a damn thing.
Of course, it helps to embrace this approach when you don’t have a lot of “disposable income” to throw around, and you need to “watch your pennies” because somebody’s “ex-wife” is still taking all the “money that could go to your kids’ summer camps”. But silly me, I digress!
Summer, I have decided, will be all about adventures and exploring, and I’m actually okay with this for selfish reasons, as well as bonding-with-my-children purposes. I am craving some change, some reason to shake shit up and learn new things, discover new worlds, and what better way to do this than to step on out and poke around?
I started thinking this morning about how lame and hermit-like I can get, and this past winter fed that tendency majorly. And we all know that if you think of something a bit outside of your comfort zone, you are immediately supposed to run straight toward that thing, whatever it is. (Whatever positive thing it is. Please don’t go racing to snort a giant line of coke because it makes you uncomfortable thinking about it.)
I’m not going to make a list, though, because lists are just trouble. I’ll collect a bunch of ideas and my 2 small cronies and I will randomly set forth on epic adventures that I shall then entertain you with tales of. Which. About. From.
Tell me now what your summer plans are? What? Will you be swimming with dolphins? Volunteering at homes for wayward orphans? Working your damn fingers to the bone?