First day of school vibes: a bit of summer sadness

August 19, 2024

When the boys were little I was always a little sorry to see summer go, even though the return to routine and earlier bedtimes had a comfort of its own. Seeing all the first day of school pictures has made me nostalgic. This will always be my favorite one. Owen’s first day of kindergarten. Leo’s first day of second grade. You can find Leo by looking for the disembodied white shoes. He was hiding in the arbor because he didn’t want his picture taken. No, I don’t know why Owen had his socks rolled down. I imagine he thought it looked stylish.

Leo is finally forced to emerge. God, I love those boys.

I was supposed to go to my dear friend Carrie’s pre-birthday celebration at the Rosebowl yesterday but the damned stenosis is really acting up and I fell twice yesterday morning. Once on the stairs, luckily near the bottom and once trying to get to the couch. In that case I was lucky in that I managed to sort of hurl myself onto the couch. Took a minute to recalibrate but I was ok. It seemed best not to attempt the Rosebowl.

I spent most of the day reading up on spinal surgeries. It’s not really the cheeriest of ways to spend an afternoon by yourself, but God knows there are worse ways.

I just read a blog post by the great Tim Cotton in which he wrote about late summer making him sad. As much as I adore autumn, I still understand what he means.

Also feeling a tad blue because I’m taking the high road on something and although I know the high road is the right way, is does not always feel immediately satisfying. I’m proud of my babies too. Heads held high, sweet peas. Love you so.

Ernie’s at an appointment with his primary care. Been waiting over half an hour. Finally asked and was told, “uh, yeah, I guess he’s running 30-40 minutes late.” Why are they not proactive about this shit?

Ok. Visit to pain clinic later today. Hope I manage to get back in the house. Wednesday, a trip to St. Louis. Sigh.

Onward.

Love,
Cynthia