Howdy,
It seems I’ve been getting a late start these evenings.
Getting a late start on my writing.
With summer getting late early.
I’m getting a late start on my writing, in the evenings this week, because I’m getting a late start on the days.
That’s what staying up late and getting a late start on going to bed does to you, when it’s late in the summer.
I can feel it, my family can feel it, the end of summer is coming, and we’re hanging on as the late has started.
Plus, when it comes to writing time and attempting to get my session in before it is last thing of the day, this week has been about Vacation Bible School. Our whole family has been involved in VBS: Jasper as a first-grade participant; Titus as a part of the pre-VBS (nursery to Kindergarten) group of kids belonging to the staff of volunteers helping with VBS; Riah fits into that same group but he has a way of getting around and making mischief and noise and sort of somehow being everywhere—he’s loving it; and Sarah and I are volunteers helping out, though I’ve backed away into the behind the scenes more so (thinking I’m find a moment to get some writing and other things done while the kids are whooping it up [and learning the Bible] at VBS at The Rock Church) while Sarah is a team leader and lesson instructor of the older group. (VBS is first through sixth grade this year.)
We’ve also volunteered to bring dinner for the volunteer staff and the kids for two days this week. So Sarah has done a lot of meal planning, shopping, and prep and I’ve helped with that quite a bit, going shopping, cutting watermelon, taste-testing, and doing dishes. Yesterday was a lot of that.
And we’ve got “kitchen duties” again tomorrow. But we’re probably practically pros by now, after yesterday. I was going to type that at least tomorrow Sarah won’t have a meeting for work on the same day we’re prepping dinner for all these people, because she had an afternoon meeting yesterday, but then I remembered that she does have a meeting/training at MJC tomorrow. It’s a morning meeting, though. We’ll be fine. But, as you can see, summer’s getting late.
It’s still most certainly hot as can be around here—summer hasn’t given up easily in that sense—but fall is on the way if you fall into that old way of thinking that the start of school brings the fall. Seems like school these days is early and hot: summer time.
Jasper starts first grade on Thursday—not tomorrow, but a week from then. It’s been a great summer, but … wow! And he’s a first grader! Big boy. Still a ways off from big man on campus, but he’s moving up—no longer a kindergartener. It’s getting late early …
I’ve got to get my writing done, the blog post published, and my body to bed, because I’ve slipped into the summer habit of getting such a late start. Then the morning mocks us. Mocks us in the form of a kid’s elbow or forehead to the eye socket, as Sarah received from Titus this morning. In a snooze-button mode of sleeping, she got head-butted in bed by our three-and-a-half-year-old climbing up to announce the getting-late-early morning. She screamed out, and that’s what woke me up with a jolt.
Waking up with such a jolt, I shouldn’t be so far behind, but that’s the problem with getting a late start.
—Billy
Reading. Writing. Living.
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