Today is my official last day of summer. Instead of using this time to reflect upon my most major of summers, I have chosen to be cranky in a last ditch attempt to reject the arrival of the inevitable.
But it will not work.
So I have to go to bed.
At 9:51.
There is something about the end of summer that makes me fall off the map. It's as if I go into some type of self-imposed isolation chamber in preparation of life happening again. It's wonderful and not so good all at the same time. Today I feel as if I am slowly emerging from the cave, ready to embrace life again... which is necessary as I have to start school in 13 days.
I have planned a little pre-school trial run with schedules. I'm going to a conference in the Pacific Palisades tomorrow and the next day to learn about whatever is the next big thing in education and have to wake up at 6 am for the first time since June and commute.
Good-bye leisurely coffee mornings. Hello productivity!
Last weekend, Dave and I did a little wedding venue scouting. It was a nice time in the north. There were vineyards, nice meals, and Solvang. I was excited for Solvang--it's a Danish town, with windmills and everything. Well, everything is a bit of an overstatement. It has an As Seen on TV store, a bakery, a chocolate store and a pretty nice Mexican restaurant. Dave said he knew Solvang was a let down but didn't want to burst my bubble. I think he should have...we didn't even get the pancake balls everyone raved about!
