Moon and I are adjusting to summer. Transitioning into a new mode is often awkward for us. Yesterday, our first official day off, we happily slept in, went nowhere, ate slowly with books on the table, the scarf knitting was finished, all was good, until 11:00am.
"I'm bored."
(As a kid, I learned never to say I was bored, because it would lead to being handed a work project- cleaning out the kids' cupboard, bundling newspapers, stacking firewood, or if Mom was really tired of our whining . . . a day on the job with Dad, a plumbing construction worker. Which meant playing in gravely sand piles, spreading gravel and hay where the new pipes would lay, heat and dirt, and no bathroom.)
But, to tell the truth, I was bored, too. Well, not bored, but at a loss of what to do with myself. With the school year done, the knitting project finished, there was a wonder of what to do next. A wanting of something new, but not a lot of energy to imagine what it could be.
Hooray for remembering there are stones to make for Jude . . . just the thing. Small, easy, satisfyingly finished in a jiffy, and for a lovely cause.
By 11:15 we were busy again, each of with our own projects.
Today brought a new activity. Moon went to use the watering can, which clearly hasn't been used (by us) in a while . . .
We keep running outside to check the progress.
I'm thinking this is a sign that this summer will be very full, and not boring at all.