I ran over Bert with my bike. Don't worry--I didn't do it on purpose, and he's just fine. Nonetheless, it scared the crap out of me and I'm still traumatized. I think, however, he is fine--he was hopping around like nothing happened directly after THE INCIDENT.
August is well on its way, and every year I'm surprised by how pleasant it actually is, because for a few years it was less than ideal. Probably because it's hot and school is beginning (and now without me in it), and there's not a lot to which I can look forward.
But I've noticed something since being out of school; life is a bit more steady and has fewer ups and downs in the sense that I know, generally, what my days will be like. Plus, I can make a lot more plans and actually follow through with them. The other day, I wanted to work on a certain art project and I thought, why not now? So I did it. Then I was at Bear Lake the other day and I wanted to go deeper, so I left Bagheera with my husband (Bert was already drying off) and went deeper, catching waves and letting them carry me closer to shore with each pull. I suppose that was sort of unrelated, but I think I've had a better attitude since getting a feel for my free time.
I'm feeling a lot of carpe diem feelings lately, and I quite like it. Perhaps I'll start doing yoga or something. (Truthfully, it sounds great in theory, but I can't seem to get the breathing and stretching in sync... Coordination isn't my forte.) I've had numerous dreams lately about getting back into tennis-playing shape, so maybe I'll do that.
And if nothing else, the sky is a wonderful blue lately, I've taken lots of photos, I drive around with the windows down, the grass is extra green, and I have two dogs and a husband.
So, life is good.