The Color of Summer

While my husband boldly marches into autumn (championing our children off to school and eager to race his combine through the fields), it seems I'm desperately clutching to summer as its last days slip away too quickly. My coping strategy? Yellow. And orange. I've had this incredible yearning to paint like a …painting guy.

Alex’s bathroom now has yellow and orange shapes in her room of reflection (aka, her bathroom). And those terrifying roosters that I fell in love with merely six years ago? The ones that covered the soffit in the kitchen? GONE! Now the cocks have been steadfastly covered by the color known as “stained glass sun.” It's yellow. Sure, it’s a bit monotonous now, but wait til I get the courage to crack a nail in the wall and add some art. Or something that looks like art for the low, low price of $5 or less. Just don't let me buy anything with a rooster.

Alex's Powder Room

 Now, I’m not terribly superstitious, (Wait! Yes I am! ), guess what came popping out of one of my seemingly barren flower pots this past week? Orange and yellow flowers. Sorry, can't tell you the genus or species. But they were real pretty.

And speaking of yellow and orange...Look at my kids' hair! No wonder I love those colors...(You have to look for the strip of orange in Alex's hair.)

 Blogging has been a bit on hiatus. Been watching old 30 Rock episodes with the hopes of enhancing my writing skills. I hope to come back strong in a few weeks…I've actually been writing episodes in my mind. When I was young, I wrote to the Love Boat with hopes of getting on the show. I didn't make it, but received an awfully nice response.  So now I've been considering sending an episode idea to Tina Fey at 30 Rock. Wonder where that will get me.

Is it really over?

What we did NOT do this summer:

1. Play outside near enough...remember that bullsnake on the driveway early on?
2. Paint walls orange.
3. Visit enough museums. (This point is arguable in my tribe.)
4. Get a new dog.

What we DID do this summer: Patronized zoo (only once, boo!), sweated buckets at ballparks, mowed every other day (only Doug did that), grew monstrous flowers (yes, that was me - and maybe God), played with a self-absorbed cat while grieving over dead dog, walked and walked through mutant butterfly gardens, witnessed kids create paintings sure to be worth millions someday, messed up house fiercely, vacationed with best friends (nice to meet up with them in KC because it's hard to catch them at home a mile away), motorcycled on windiest of days because Doug and I are happy doing anything together, shared memories with relatives as we cried over Grandma Shirley and remembered how much I missed my relatives, read more books than I care to admit (see messy house comment), planned five new family vacations because I'm a big, fat dreamer (not sure how will afford but will figure out, I promise, Doug) and noticed that Alex and Cole are growing up at Mach Speed...almost as fast as the summers always go.

Now, off to bed. School tomorrow.