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» Wednesday, May 20, 2009Summerday
Today was frustrating.
Oh, not work. Work was fine. I did three orders and a modification, gave someone advice on how to write a sole source justification, asked where two other SSJs were, did a payment authorization, and a bunch of other little things.
For lunch I went to the library (I knowother people go to restaurants...LOL). I borrowed Revolution at the Table and Paradox of Plenty (American eating habits) by Harvey Levenstein and "Just a Housewife": The Rise and Fall of Domesticity in America by Glenna Matthews (a sociological study).
When I got done with work I stripped the spring decorations down and turned everything back to autumn, except for the little table and the plaques in the foyer. The table now has seashore-themed things on it and the plaques are of lilacs. Also washed the bathroom floor. Got some tidying up to do before Monday, when we're hosting a cookout (which we hope doesn't get rained out).
No, the frustrating part was having the windows open. As much as I despise summer, there's always a point when one morning you open up a window because it's cool and that peripatetic breeze comes in, calling you. It's what I call the "vacation smell," that cool scent of grass and wind and longing that marks an early summer morning. Dad always insisted that we start on vacation about six in the morning and this was the very breeze that lured me out of bed to answer the siren song of the road. Never mind that I don't want to go anywhere anymore when it's warm. Never mind that with James' work's new vacation plan he won't get anymore time off until October or November. That old seducer the summer vacation breeze is working his alchemy. Memories flit in my head: Disneyland, driving across Nebraska or Wyoming, Williamsburg, Disney World, the coolness of the Flume in New Hampshire, and, oh, Lord, Lake George...my dearest Lake George and Lee's Motel and miniature golf and Fort William Henry and the excursion boats and driving up to Fort Ticonderoga...
Not fair, not fair, not fair.