Lazy Summer Days

Red Rose

Okay, so I’ve not exactly kept to my commitment to get outside and play, nor have I gotten any interior painting done. My son has played video games since he got out of school for the summer last Wednesday — his last summer before high school!

I’ve taken advantage of his laziness and have fallen in step, or rather maintained my own lazy lifestyle at my computer as he is at his. We are pathetic! At first he played his computer games in the family room. Now he has moved his base of operations back into his room. He goes through phases. Wonder when or if I’ll see him again this summer. Just joking.

Our huge accomplishment yesterday was readying the gas barbecue for my husband. We tag teamed it. Much of the interior elements had simply disintegrated, so I removed the dregs and we replaced them with lava rock from our landscaping. My son selected, cleaned, and artfully arranged the lava rock in the barbecue. The resulting evenly distributed heat made for delicious steaks grilled by my husband.

Okay, my son just came down for a visit, turns out he is researching for our mountain biking trip this summer. He loves studying videos of other bikers, and of the trails he plans on riding. Actually, he’s also been researching all sorts of interesting scientific facts which he rattles off: “Did you know…?” No, I did not know… Fact of the day is…

Son: “Guess what the most surprising dominant gene is?”

Me: “I don’t know.”

Son: “Guess.”

Me: “Blue eyes, brown eyes, height…”

Son: “Six fingers. The dominant gene is for six fingers, not five. But nearly no one has the dominant gene in their gene pool.”

So far today I have learned nifty new scientific facts, watched a re-enactment of Star Wars IV using only text characters thanks to my son’s prodding, sat at my computer reading and writing, ran errands, went to a couple of doctors’ appointments, and dead-headed my roses. Figured the least I could do was share a picture of one of my roses. Enjoy!

Hello, Summer

Summer is here. This will be my son’s last summer before starting high school. How exciting! (I’m so proud!) Time for me to savor mothering him before it’s too late. In four short years he’ll graduate from high school and leave for college.

No doubt we’ll be hitting the mountain biking trails during the day. He’s an avid downhill mountain biker. There is no way I can keep up with him. Even before divalproex, my balance left something to be desired. (I’ve always been something of a klutz.) So I’ll leisurely pedal the gentle meandering trails enjoying the view and taking in glorious natural beauty (or cacti and dust) while he races down mountains, rocks, sand, cliffs, and all manner of life and limb threatening terrain.

To enjoy this summer, I must somehow learn how to use social media and keep in contact with my friends without gluing myself to a computing device. It’s way too easy to be drawn in all hours of the day and night when I carry my smartphone around as if it is an appendage of my body, of my mind, and of my heart.

There are so, so many gifted bloggers whom I want to read, so many comments to make, so much valuable content to share, so many souls to love. To my dear and valued friends, mental health advocates, writers, poets, artists, and kindred spirits with whom I regularly communicate throughout the day and often into the night, summer has begun, and now I must focus my time and energy on my son and on painting our house. (Oh, did I mention that I’ve successfully avoided finishing painting the interior of our house for coming up on a year now. Hi, my name is Kitt. I live with bipolar disorder, surrounded by unfinished well-intentioned household projects. Typical.)

Instead of spending this summer typing at my keyboard, I plan to be bicycling on a dirt trail struggling to keep up with my son or covered from head to toe with paint (hopefully some ends up on the walls).

Happy Summer. Not checking out entirely, just cutting back, way back.

Wish me luck.