This is the summer of simple breakfasts: Greek yogurt with granola and blueberries in the blue-and-white bowls I bought from Carolyn. I eat sitting at my kitchen table, sipping ginger peach or English Breakfast from one of my favorite mugs.
This is the summer of morning pages: filling up slim notebooks with scribbled thoughts, jottings, worries, hopes, half-remembered dreams. I went to Bob Slate right when quarantine started and spent a small fortune on journals, which have lasted up until now.
This is the summer of morning runs, down the hill to the harborwalk and over to the greenway, pausing to snap photos of harbor views and herons, wild roses and day lilies.
This is the summer of purple sneakers pounding on pavement, I’m With Her or the Highwomen in my ears, pulling up my neck gaiter when I pass another person, wishing I could stop to pet the friendly dogs.
This is the summer of masks: wearing, washing, pulling up and down, wondering if I should buy more, on repeat.
This is the summer of long bike rides, alone or with G on my new single-speed pink bike, gradually gaining confidence in hills and corners, thankful for a way to avoid public transit and be out in the sunshine.
This is the summer of missing normal: canceled plans, Zumix concerts in the park, dinner with friends, time with my family, hugs.
This is the summer of Sara Paretsky: I’m deep into V.I. Warshawski’s adventures fighting crime in Chicago and I think it’s safe to say I am obsessed.
This is the summer of Tuesdays at the farmers’ market, buying salsa roja and berries and sometimes hummus or muhammara, from the handful of sellers who wait faithfully on the plaza. After we shop, we sit in the grass and snack, savoring tart currants and sweet strawberries before heading our separate ways, toward home.
This is the summer of so much time and feeling like I should be doing something with it.
This is the summer of yoga in the park, spreading my mat out a safe distance from everyone else and breathing through sun salutations and hip openers.
This is the summer of light on the water, watching sailboats and dinghies and yachts on the harbor, marveling at how it changes from hour to hour.
This is the summer of antiracist reading: Ibram X. Kendi and Robin DiAngelo, Mildred D. Taylor and Nikki Giovanni, making a conscious effort to seek out stories by people who don’t look like me.
This is the summer of Downeast cider – no samples, but cans or growlers picked up to go, refreshing fruit flavors with a little bite.
This is the summer of serious loneliness, trying to build in phone chats and/or in-person connection every day. Sometimes it works; sometimes it’s simply exhausting.
This is the summer of smoothies at Eagle Hill Cafe, a new favorite in Eastie – I’m working my way through their smoothie list.
This is the summer of reading e-galleys for review; I still don’t like it but I am used to it by now. I am thankful to pick up physical books at the library, and drop in at my favorite bookstores occasionally.
This is the summer of waiting: for the pandemic to be over, for my unemployment to come through (finally), for news about my furlough status, for a time when we can gather without fear.
What does this summer look like for you?
Looks like you are acing the quarantine self-care. Good for you. My summer looks like lots of twelve hour days with no human interaction. Long weekends with my hubs that feel like oxygen. Daily rituals that bring me peace. And morning video chats on FB with whoever wants to drop by.
Those rituals and chats sound lovely. xo
Looks like you are doing a good job of enjoying the summer – even through social distancing. Love the pink bike!
It’s the summer of disappointment in our veg garden as a sudden dip in temperatures meant half our broccoli bolted and the slugs have devoured squash plants one by one. It’s a year of cancelled plans, so many events we were looking forward to cancelled. I am grateful we are allowed to travel a little bit for leisure though so enjoying days at the beach and hiking instead of public events, museums and other indoor places. Take care. X
Yes, it’s a summer of adjusting, isn’t it? Sorry about your veggies…but glad you are getting out a bit. x
This is the summer of getting projects done. Christmas quilts for my grown girlies, rejuvenating gardens, sorting and organizing galore. And I’ve rediscovered the joy of writing letters! We have a great neighborhood for walking and if I get to the neighborhood pool early enough I have it all to myself. So much reading. And cooking. It doesn’t have to be a miserable time! Lots to enjoy!
Love all that!
My summer has been filled with readjusting and resetting. I have been working on bettering myself, believing in my goals and being comfortable with less stuff. I have been exercising more and focusing on myself. I have been going through my belongings and realizing what actually sparks joy to me.
I am new to your blog, and so far, what I have read is amazing. I love your posts. 🙂