Your life is not lying in wait in the future like a wild animal or some ominous destiny. Nor is it hidden in the heavens, like a paradise or promise. Nor is it shut up in the cave or the prison of your past. It is here and now; it is what you live and what you do. At the heart of being; at the heart of the present; at the heart of everything – in the great current of life, of reality.
Andre Comte-Sponville

Saturday, July 30, 2011

**What? It's Summer?**

This has been our busiest summer ever, but it really hasn't felt like summer.  We weren't this busy during the fall and winter months!  Summer is suppose to be for relaxing, but there hasn't been much of that going on.  It's not even August, and my kids have done three different week-long camps.  My daughter has had a weekly theater rehearsal (over an hour away), and when that's done both the girls start another theater rehearsal three days a week for two weeks, which is, again, will be an hour away.  We've had something going on almost every weekend for the last two months.  I feel like I have spent almost no time with friends this summer.  I've made plans to, but I've had to cancel almost all of the plans because something always comes up.  My hubby has been working alot of overtime - he's working right now, in fact, on a Saturday!  And he has to go to Colorado at the end of this month.  Next week we have to drive to St. Charles for my daughter's theater stuff Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday!  I feel like I spend more time in my car than anywhere else!  So, this is just not what I had in mind for our summer. :(  And there will be no resting today. When Dave gets home from work today we are heading to the cabin, and I'm going to clean it from top to bottom on the inside.  Dave is going to take care of the lawn, and clean the porch.  But tomorrow - tomorrow we will rest, and relax!  Tomorrow we're going out on the boat to spend the day floating on the lake, and I can't wait.  We haven't done that since July 3rd!  I am going to cherish every single minute!

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