This week’s photo challenge is Happy.
Below are some things that make me happy: my pups at my feet, the mountains, the beach with a Corona, Muir Woods and chilled martini glasses.
Also my turquoise and gold Ainsley teacup collection, my curios from friends in my little mediation corner and 1984 911 headlights.
Of course family also makes me happy, and my friends, and the smell, sight and feel of anything horse, as well as nostalgia, kitsch, painting and cool mountain air in the fall. So many others but these are some good ones.
What makes you happy?
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Should I feel guilty for being grateful that school starts tomorrow? Everyone I have seen all month has lamented the end of summer. My guilt is kind of a mute point since my mother was Catholic before she married my dad and 100% of her Catholic guilt was passed directly down to me. If there is something to feel guilty about, I probably do. So that’s settled.
On one hand, I am sad that summer flew by so quickly which means the kids are growing up far too fast. And that our Florida trip was foiled by tropical storm Debbie. And that we weren’t able to make our summer pilgrimage to Oklahoma to see family and the lake. But on the other hand I am just plain relieved to get back to a regular schedule and routine. And to get things back to some semblance of normal, whatever that is.
It has been a hectic and rough summer for our family. Strike that – it has been an exhausting summer. Post concussion months for my oldest son were peppered with bad choices resulting from low self esteem and depression after being pulled from his sport in April and not released to play any sports all summer. I’ve never seen him so down on himself as these past months and felt so helpless at the same time. The thought of it rattled in my head like a diesel engine many of these summer nights.
My younger son seemed to know it was best to take cover as the various storms erupted in our household these past few months, the poor guy. I’m sure he’ll be in therapy over it when he is an adult. Maybe we can get a family discount. I wasn’t able to help out with my mom (who has Alzheimer’s in a big way) nearly as much as usual. And my husband has had a less than fun summer at work. All of this has helped fuel the idling diesel in my mind.
I have been the lifeguard of the group, throwing life preservers hither and yawn, only to quickly reel them back for relaunch. But even as a weary lifeguard, I am starting to see past the rough waters. I am grateful that these last couple of weeks have seemed more like our old life. And that my oldest son’s sly smile is making a return, which sends a ripple effect of relief throughout the house.
So there you have it, I am ready for the close of summer and to move on to smoother sailing. In fact, hot damn and hallelujah, let the school bell ring.
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