Three days into my “summer off” and I’m stressing, not sleeping, fretting about how to get everything done, and making lists. There is something sick about making lists for your time off, isn’t there? I wrote a book once called Tropical Heat (Kensington, 1997) in which the uptight heroine sets all sorts of rules for this pretend Hawaiian honeymoon and the laidback hero tells her, “It’s a vacation. Vacations don’t have rules.” How come I can write that down in a book but I can’t do it in real life? I AM THE UPTIGHT HEROINE.
Here is the short list of some of the good things I want to do this summer (the entire list would make your eyes glaze over and includes boring things like finding a dentist):
1. Clean up the gardens (thus the lovely rose pic from the backyard). Since we moved into this house last year, I haven’t touched a thing in the yard.
2. Finish painting/wallpapering the kitchen and front hall.
3. Go to the beach (if I would do something about making reservations, this would be more likely to happen).
4. Learn to use the scanner I got for my birthday (it’s still in the box).
5. Write proposals.
I just need to relax and remember that I don’t have to do all of this at once and on Tuesday because what I really want to do this summer while I’m off deadline is feel the grass between my toes, read some really good books, listen to my children laugh, and watch the bluebirds at my feeders.
What about you? What are the good things on your list this summer?