It’s back to work time for this boy. No more lounging away the summer days on a ladder with a paint can in one hand and a brush in the other and beads of sweat dripping into the eyes one can’t wipe clear because of the protective rubber gloves. No more happy encounters with cucumber beetles who wish to share their produce with those who live inside the house. Alas, it is back to Excel spreadsheets and phone calls and eventually, talking with students about their promising futures. Starting yesterday, my brain had to rev up like a DVD just inserted into its cozy drive. I think it is still spinning.
I did not break a sweat as I prepared for the upcoming academic year. I went to meetings. Sometimes I break a sweat at meetings because I have to present or I have to be responsible for enough that my armpits drip. Nervousness they tell me. My friend Spike refers to that as squirreling. No squirreling today. I didn’t even break a sweat when I blasted out the house for a quick bike ride before prepping dinner. It was raining.
Did I mention dinner? I baked up a summer vegetable gratin again. I had to wait a couple of days from gathering all the ingredients as we had family engagements the past two evenings (last night we posed for family photos–it’s nice to have someone just tell me where to stand once in a while). Think fresh tomatoes, three kinds of summer squash, potatoes dug up just two days ago, parmesan cheese and fresh herbs. All baked together into a bubbling and steaming delight. Two words: Ooh baby. My daughter ate it. My son would not. We fed him oatmeal.
This job I’ve got means working at home, often evenings, sometimes weekends. Already I am thinking about what I might get done as my spouse tucks the children into bed. I resisted actually doing anything so foolhardy this evening, however. Instead I read about ten interesting deserts (one in Brazil is littered with lagoons when it rains) and a list of weird allergies (people really can be allergic to water, apparently. And sex.). Then I decided to bust out the old blog and get cracking.
I hung out with a friend recently who said that she never reads blogs because all they are is a bunch of people boring anyone who happens to stumble across them with repeated fannings over their boyfriends or overly detailed descriptions of their new puppies foibles. I tried to tell her she might be able to find something that caters to her sense of humor or to her modern and refined wit, but she was skeptical. Certainly I wasn’t going to point her here.
Did I tell you about my new puppy? My sister-in-law’s kids are so in love with it. And the way it wiggles its little hiney. SO cute!
Anyway, summer is still here. It is in the 80’s for Christopher’s sake. Two days ago it was 91 degrees and the air was pretty much saturated. It felt like Florida, where my electric bill would be like ten times what it is here in Vermont since I would pretty much be required to have an air conditioner running at all times. I did wish we had an extra fan the other night. We let the children use them and just sweated into the sheets. Now I have to wear pants in this heat. I just can’t bring myself to wear shorts at a school. Maybe I should when it gets this hot, however. But what difference would it make? I will either distract students with my balding pate glistening with rills of sweat, or I will distract them with my Discobolos-like calves.
I can’t win. Not in this heat.