That moment when you realize that all the sleep in the world does nothing but make you feel even more exhausted.
I’m actually feeling pretty okay today, but had a moment when I recollected a time when my sleep cycle was truly a mess and none of my sleep was restorative. I’m infinitely grateful such a time is in the past. Now I’m just tired from excessive amounts of yardwork. Well, they likely aren’t that excessive, but when the temperature is supposed to be in the mid-90s and keeps jumping over into the low-100s instead…
Today is the last day of school for my sister’s kids until the end of August (but just the kids I live with, all of my other nieces and nephews won’t be out for at least another week or so.)
So today I am grateful for them no longer being in class all day so that we can catch up on a lot of things on the farm. (cackles)
I just know that they’re going to miss school for at least the first three weeks of summer before we get all of the harder stuff done. School means they can escape some of the farm chores during the day and summer means more work, though it should peter out eventually in time for them to be able to go over to my younger sister’s apartment and enjoy the pool there by the end of June at the earliest.
Summer days and summer sighs
Underneath the dry, hot sun.
My gaze is drawn away
Melting underneath the sky.
Energy infuses my being
Right as you pass by.
Lightning flashes across the sky!
Oh! But I love a summer storm!
Voices fill the house with a blackout,
Even though we aren’t alone.
I haven’t ever had a summer romance, but I have always loved summer lightning storms even when they caused blackouts.
(Especially when they caused momentary blackouts where we got to use candles around the house because there weren’t enough flashlights.)
Yesterday I went swimming for the first time this year. It was at my sister’s apartment complex with another sister, two nieces and two nephews (not all of the kids from the same siblings.)
At one point I decided to just float there for a moment and enjoy the sky above me. My nephews were roughhousing nearby and I, somewhat irritably (and with affected frustration) snapped that I was having ‘a moment of serenity’ and to pipe down.
I should not have said this within hearing of my second eldest sister.
With a grin, she marshaled her three children and they proceeded to have a splash battle with them on one side and me on the other. At the end of it, with me spluttering all over, she said:
“I know we’re not the crew from Firefly, but how was your moment on Serenity?”
Last summer my eldest niece came home from playing one day holding one of her hands. It was so swollen that it didn’t really look like her hand anymore.
“I don’t know. I was playing on the tramp with Chris and then it just started hurting.”
“How long ago did that happen?”
“…just after lunch.”
It was dinner time.
This from the child that screams like you’re killing her when getting a splinter out or getting a vaccination. She had a fracture in her thumb and spent the rest of the summer in a lovely, pink cast until she was able to downgrade to the cotton wraps and stretchy wrap.