Last Day Fimming

We hit Aunt Kathy's pool the other day for what I imagine is the last time this summer.

The nights are colder now and some leaves are already changing around here. Seems in some ways like we never really got a proper summer, but time goes forward and seasons change. I feel autumn coming and it's okay. A new time is sometimes like a breath of fresh air: like peeling off your winter coat for the first time, or sliding jeans over tanned, summer legs.

Today I am taking some other deep breaths and trying to dive back into my tag sale sewing. It has been waiting so patiently for me and I think, in spite of my initial excitement, that I have been subconsciously avoiding it because I am nervous. But the kids are taking a long weekend at Nana Sue and Papa Paul's and I have two whole days to myself while Mike is at work. It would seem that I need to take advantage, so instead of cleaning my car (horribly gross) or sorting the basement (horribly jumbly and the boiler man is coming Monday) or sorting and weeding out the kids' stuff (I like to pitch things when they are away... ssshhh!), I am throwing on Summer's playlist and then Dana's and maybe my own and I am going to make something.

::deep breath::