Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Dear Sweet September,
*sigh* I have been missing you, Sept. Each summer, I long for you to get here. To wrap me up in your cool breezes and overcast ways. I daydream about you when those long dog days of summer have me pulling my hair out with bored and whinny kids. I keep a countdown clock running in my mind waiting for you. Then, just when I think I can't take another day of August, here you are. Next year, can we just skip August please? Do The Months have group meetings where you could propose such a thing? No? Oh well. You know, I wanted tell you, I made an attempt to get along with July, but he just wouldn't compromise one bit. Try as I might to let go and have fun, it always seemed that July was laughing at me, not with me.
But, enough of that. You are here and I am over the moon. I actually squealed a bit this morning when I realized the date... and we have a date, don't we? I can't really put into words the absolute giddiness I have bubbling over in me. It is dang near mania, I tell you. But I am a bit pensive too. Thinking on everything that you mean. Soon it will be just you and me, together, for some amazing adventures. One week from today, we'll send those youngsters off to 8th, and 6th, and 2nd grade. We'll get to find our groove again. Sink back into a comforting routine. We will be able bead, or paint, or read, or knit, or write, or walk, or run, or sip tea, or bake, or twirl in my tutu whenever we want! Remember calling a friend for a lunch date? Yeah, we could do that! We are going to Washington DC too and reconnecting with friends and teaching too. Oh, and we were supposed to have jury duty this month, but I pushed that to January. Who wants to spend a week in a bleak jury box when there is such comfort in the air.
I know why I hold you so close to my heart, Sept. It's because you and I are such dear old friends. When I was little, I was just as excited to see you as I am today. I hated summer then too. I loved being in school, with my color coordinated binders and grocery bag covered textbooks. Like so many reunions though, inevitably, they can't last for ever. You will leave in just a few weeks and I will be wondering where you went. We will see each other off in a special way though. On our very last day together, I am getting on a plane for a whirlwind of a trip to England. I am truly feeling spoiled by you. Never change, September. I love you and your "bouquets of sharpened pencil"-ness, just the way you are.