Tuesday, September 11, 2012

easing into it














images taken on our recent trip to New Hampshire

I woke up this morning to a sky split, vertically, blue on one side, a sheet of charcoal-gray clouds on the other. I wondered which way the day would go. I dressed in the middle – a long sleeved cotton dress of Liberty fabric. I was too hot by late afternoon, as is often the case in September.

After a weekend of cleaning out closets with my characteristic ruthlessness, the house feels ready for the school year. My brain hasn’t yet reverted to the schedule, however, and my limbs are still clumsy with sleep as I insert my contacts, brush my teeth. By the time I’ve unloaded the dishwasher and started breakfast, I’m halfway through my coffee, still unhappily groggy, but moving out of my dreams into the morning’s reality. I clean the catbox and start a load of laundry, then tell Abbott to stop reading and make his bed. I try and cajole Cal to get up, without being able to come up with any selling points.

I ran with a friend I haven’t seen in many months. We caught up on our summers, on her daughter’s entry into high school and my anxiety about the middle school admissions process. The sunlight filtering through the ancient trees in Discovery Park and onto the trail nearly brought me to my knees, it was that beautiful.

After making myself a salad for lunch I sat, sleepily at my laptop, trying to remember why I thought it was a good idea to be sitting there at all. I shuffled things around in my calendar that weren’t, apparently, going to happen today, made myself an Arnold Palmer in an effort to perk up enough to fetch the children, and called it a day.

After dinner, amid piano practice and the remnants of homework and kitchen cleanup I observed a teenage neighbor in front of the house playing street hockey by himself. I sent the boys out. I make sure we’re outside as much as possible before the darkness sets in.


Arnold Palmer

1/2 - 1 cup lemonade
1/2 - 1 cup iced tea (sweetened or unsweetened)
plenty of ice

Fill a tall glass with ice. Add lemonade until the glass is half full, and top with iced tea. Stir to mix.

6 comments:

chai ling said...

adore the 3rd photo very much :)

Tracy said...

I used to call this drink the Johnny Depp (when watching 21 Jump Street was fashionable—I was in the throws of a pretty heavy infatuation). It is a very good drink, this.

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

I need to borrow your ruthlessness for my closet. That darkness is arriving earlier, but this also means we can wake later and still catch a sunrise. Enjoy this transition into autumn.

songbird said...

completely understand the mood of your entry today! Very well written, evokes emotion.

molly said...

Your eye for light, line and fold never cease to amaze.

Beautiful, as always.

xo,
Molly

KPiep said...


When I was a child I got in more trouble for constant reading when I should have been doing (fill in the blank) than anything else. Now Gillian is the same way. Such children as yours and mine are awfully precious!