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It's summertime for me. I know, it seems a little early. Summer camps haven't started. The summer reading program at the library hasn't begun. The kids aren't even out of school yet.

My seasons tend to start early, though. I work with college students, so the seasons tend to go with the semesters and their breaks. Also, I live in Texas, so it starts to feel like summer here earlier than most places. In fact, it's not so much fall, winter, spring, summer for me as it's fall, holiday, spring, summer, because February might not always feel like winter here, but it always grades like spring. I turned in grades on Monday for Spring 2013 and have started working for summer conferences, so in my mind, I've transitioned.

It's a new season. A new photo album on Facebook. A new goodbye, making way for a new hello.

I will miss my residents. Well, most of them. I will not miss teaching, but I'll be ready to go back to it in August.

Summertime means conferences, the part of my job where I feel most like a fish out of water. Day desk has been rougher than I expected it to be, but conferences are even rougher. Training is my strength; customer service is not. And customer service is all that summer conferences entail. On the upside, it's easier to leave behind when I leave work for the day. I gratefully flee. No chance of it following me home.

Summertime means reading. I read a lot anyway, but there's more time for it in the summer. I am not reading many deep things this summer. I actually have romance novels on my list. I might flip out and throw some Proust in there or tackle Infinite Jest, but I make no promises.

Summertime usually means more writing, too. I am going to work on my Fishbowl story this summer. I am also submitting a few posts in a few places as a guest blogger. And I have the urge for the first time ever to try my hand at poetry, so perhaps I will do some of that, too.

But most important of all - summertime means snow cones and popsicles and yoga. Cooling off and calming down. It's my sanest season.
coffeesnob318: (no scurvy for me by cru5h)
The pool outing was awesome. I love the pool. I shall spend many happy hours in the pool this summer. And I got to play auntie to Alexis, since Sam is still on bed rest from the birthing. But I learned that something I've always suspected about myself is probably true - I'm going to be one of those moms. I bathed her in sunscreen three times. Then, after she ate watermelon, I added another coat, just for good measure. Poor kid. She was very patient, though. And not burned by the sun at all. It wouldn't dare.

I, on the other hand, am a little pink. And freckly. And I have to figure out a way to sunscreen my scalp because it's got that tell-tale tenderness of too much sun.

I got to make Sam and Markos dinner tonight. I always get nervous cooking for other people, because people have such addictions to meat (especially in Texas), and I rarely cook with it. But I got a two thumbs up and a "divine," so I guess that they enjoyed it. Whew!

I am feeling so rested these days. I think I've finally figured out how to get all the sleep I need without spending hours on end just lying in bed, willing myself to go back to sleep. The key is several 2-3-hour naps throughout the day instead of trying to sleep 6-8 hours at once. This is working out beautifully for me. Why didn't I figure this out earlier?

Oh, and I'm addicted to So You Think You Can Dance. It's so high maintenance. I felt exhausted just watching. Dancers are so dramatic. And, while many were good, a few were horrible. I actually pointed while laughing at the TV. I can't remember any of their names yet, but my favorite is that street dancer who was upset with his performance even after all the judges told him how much they liked him. He has high standards for himself and is a hard worker and, most importantly for me, lacks that enormous chip that so many of the others have on their shoulders. Yay for cheesy summer TV.
coffeesnob318: (laugh lorelei by oywiththeicons)
Here it is. The most nervewracking day of the year. That fateful day when I discover if all my hard work has paid off in more than endurance.

The first day of summer that I wear a swimsuit in public.

Ok, so it's not really in public. It's at Julie's house. And there are only going to be women there.

But still. I feel squirrely.

On the up side, I get to see my sister. I haven't seen her in weeks. She talked to me for ten minutes last night on the phone about the process of packing boxes. I think she was just trying to keep me on the phone. It's nice to be missed.

But that's all for now. I think I may take a nap before going to swim. I feel quite sleepy.

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