This is the first time in my teaching career that I haven't been ready to go back to work at the end of summer vacation. Usually, by the beginning of July, I'm missing my "kids" and wishing I was back in the classroom. I've usually tried to read all the books I've saved up over the fall, winter, and spring, cleaned the house, done the home improvement projects, etc., and I'm ready to get back to doing what I love.
This summer was different, however...this summer was (dare I say it?) my "summer of love."
We didn't go anywhere remote, tropical, or exotic; we did spend a couple of nights at either his place or mine whenever we had the chance (meaning, without either my gracefully aging mother or his 7-year-old son to look after). We also spent a couple of weekends at a friend's house watching her dogs and cats. Those were the best times...cooking dinner, cuddling up on the couch watching TV, sleeping in the same bed..."playing house," as we called it.
We took his son to his first drive-in movie, went twice by ourselves, went camping, went shopping, saw lots of movies (the best being "Superman Returns" in 3D IMAX--wow!), we hung out with family and barbequed, grocery shopped...basically, we were a family.
In about a month, Greg will be in nursing school every day, and I'll be well back into the groove of work. I don't want to stop teaching, but I would love a magic timepiece to turn this summer back about a month or so. I'm not ready for it to end. I've had a taste of what my future is going to be like, and I love it.
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It sounds, m'dear, like you've had a wonderful, magical Summer...and for that, I am glad.
I hope, in some ways, this "Summer" never ends for you. :)
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