Summer has an amazing power over me. My normally organized daily and weekly rhythm falls apart completely. It unravels into a tangle of hours spent who-knows-where doing who-knows-what until I glance up at the clock to realize that it's dinner time and I'm looking at a raw chicken. I forget to wash and hang the clothes. I forget to clean the house. To sweep. To vacuum. To tidy. I forget entirely to run this house in some mildly sensible manner.
Yesterday was one such day.
Lupine had dinner on her "table" and her babies fed before I had sauteed the onions for ours. I take this as a hint that she's hungry and I'd better step to it.
I had grand plans for my favorite chicken soup. With ginger. Lime. Cilantro from the garden. But then the sun came out and the kids asked to go for a bike ride and Lupine wanted to ride her scooter bike all the way downtown… and hours disappeared. At 6:00 (an hour after we usually eat) I fed them popcorn with cheese on top while the half-cooked chicken simmered away. (We'll have that soup tonight.)
And so today the question is: lose myself in summer once again or clean my house, pack for our upcoming vacation, and be "sensible and boring" and I described it to one friend – or head to the lake and forget it all for another day?