There is a point to this confession. Tonight, during my reality food tv watching, the real life contestants were creating dishes that portrayed emotions.....joy, melancholy, fear, jealousy, surprise....and I thought, "Holy crap. Welcome to my summer." Now if I could only express it all through food, I'd be some kind of genius and have my own tv show. For now, I'll stick to my little blog.
Joy comes into play for me with my sheer love of summer. I'm not sure if it's carry over from childhood, but I have always loved summer. My parents were both schoolteachers, so summer was special because we had all day together. We would boat every afternoon on the great little lake in our town, pack a picnic to be eaten on the water, and the day always ended with me napping in the boat while my brother, John, waterskied. My dad was a park ranger during the summer months, so evenings were spent walking or biking through his campground and meeting people that I still call friends 30 years later.
Melancholy comes into play today because I feel like summer is coming to a close, and I'm not positive, but I think I take this harder than my kids. I hate to see them head back to school. I miss them, and they get so busy. Some days I drive 50 miles one way to watch a ball game, just to catch 5 minutes of chat time with them in the bleachers after the game. I'm not complaining, it's worth the drive.
I don't live with a lot of fear or jealousy, so we'll skip those. :-) Hurray for me, right?
Surprise hits me about every stinking day. Either I'm pretty dense, or I just can't keep up with life. I look around and wonder how the hell I got to be almost 40 years old (January, in case you wondered), with kids that are now "upperclassmen" in college (thanks for pointing that out, Kenz), a couple more that are now old enough in high school that it's time to start looking at colleges (or at least time to convince them that college is a good idea, Syd), and the youngest is entering his last year of middle school. I'm not sure if life surprises me, or if I'm determined to surprise life by fighting back.
Suffice it to say, I will fight off fall as long as I can. I appreciate fall's beauty, but am destined to always resent it because it signals the end of summer. My lovely husband was kind enough to point out that it's a little early to mourn summer, since it's only August 1st, and I think it's supposed to be in the upper 80's all week. The way I see it, one must do what one must do. For me, this means racing to my mom's to take a swim tomorrow as soon as I'm off work, and to thumb my nose at the breeze when I think it carries a hint of fall.
Having thought about it for awhile, wouldn't a reality tv show with people creating cocktails for every emotion you experience be great? You could say things like, "I'll have the Cheerful cocktail with a twist of Jubilation." Or, "May I please have a Guilty beer with a shot of Agony?" "Hit me with some lust, baby." "I'd order the Sympathy, but I am too Shamed to ask."
My new favorite, "I'll have the Arousal as an appetizer, followed by the Passion-tini."
On that note, good night, folks. I think it's time to find my hubby and head to bed.
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