Summer Breeze Makes Me Feel . . .

NOTE: This blog was half-written on September 6 and is being finished on September 30. Where the hell did September go??

So May 3 was my last blog. May 3. As in before summer even started. Now here I am, celebrating the end of the summer by eating Chinese food and watching Wait Until Dark. The food is tasty. The movie is suspenseful. All should be right in the world. And things are mostly right. But far too quiet. The boys -- all of them -- are elsewhere. Oh, and the peace and quiet and general solitude are wonderful -- for a brief time. Then I miss them.

I was once a very solitary person. I read lots of books. Saw movies alone. Ate in restaurants alone. And none of that bothered me. Now, if I am able to finish a chapter of a book without being interrupted with a loud "Mom!" I feel like something is very wrong. I watch "family-friendly" movies and every restaurant experience ends in someone spilling milk on the table. Somehow this is all right. I wouldn't have it any other way.

This summer has flown by in the way in which summers do. Jude and I took a kindergarten reading readiness class for 6 Saturdays. We read books and learned letters and I was able to see first-hand Jude's eagerness to learn. He has learned to write his name and he does so all the time. Seeing the pride he has in having learned something new is incredibly amazing.

Jude has started kindergarten. That is such a huge, huge step.

My typical introspection has hit all new heights this summer. I have decided that 35 is the age at which I need to start having the experiences that I always intended to have "someday." No sense waiting any longer.

Independent of that, though, is the need to jump back into writing (not just the "writing" I do for and through my website, but novel writing and poetry writing and all the writing I have always loved but which has gotten shoved aside lately due to life.

So the next post will be a poem. I have decided to write 100 poems in 100 days, starting today. I totally stole the idea from Facebook/someone else's blog and should you find that site, you'll probably find more capable poetry on more literate subjects but I think this project will be fun.

Or frustrating.

Either way, read at your leisure. Or feel free to skip. After all, 100 poems means not every one will be a gem. Including, I'm sure, number 1.