This summer has begun to take on a distinctly gluttonous pallor.
Today we went to our favorite beach where we played in the sun for five hours. Fried clams were eaten, frappes were sampled, the weather was perfect and we ran into some friends from home so the girls had pals to play with. The water was even warm enough so that I enjoyed frolicking and playing rescue boat with my girls.
To be honest, I'm finding all of the fun a bit oppressive. Growing up Catholic and spending many years in Catholic school I learned early the value of work and suffering. The relentless fun of summer feels unnatural to me. At first I enjoy the decadence, the delicious sweet nectar of summer. We sleep late, we watch more movies. We do not study the times tables even though we should. It's a bit wanton and sinful. I must repent.
Tomorrow I will make a list. We will grocery shop. Laundry will be done. A small bit of structure will be returned as we begin the countdown to fall.