SIX WEEKS. I dream.
But to be completely honest, it still seems weird to me that I have to work during the summer. I know its been more than TEN years that I even had a “summer” off but never the less weird. I hope it never stops being weird either because I feel like the second you take that shit for granted is the second you officially become grown up, and I’ve always had Peter Pan-levels of paranoia about growing up. I'm sure I'll have some sort of mid-life crisis come the big 3 OoooH in a couple years sigh.
I used to spend my summers perfecting my hopscotch game and playing with my best friends in my backyard. We lived in a neighborhood with a hug hill, I would ride my bike down the giant hill and go on epic trips to the park.
I'm sorry I got off track, where was I? I am not envious of teachers in most respects, its a profession that requires a saint-like temperament which I completely lack, not to mention an extraordinarily high annoyance threshold which I may never possess. But there is something so great about a job that breaks in the summer. It keeps the dream alive! It preserves those two magical months of freedom.
As far as I’m concerned there will always be something wrong to me about sitting in an office in the middle of July. Or even looking serious for that matter :+)
Right now we are shaping things up around Bungalow. This last weekend we started grouting the deck (yes the one I talked about starting last year we are slowly but surely completing it thankfully it will be done by the end of the month). Mr. Arkansas has even got my great-grandfathers old Coleman Stove working so we'll be able to take it to parks this summer– but I’ll save all the gushy details for his guest post :+)
I hope everyone is doing well, I’ll be back tomorrow with both of our giveaway winners and photos from our anniversary dinner at Da Kas in Amsterdam, Toodles!