to the hazy, lazy, crazy days of summer.
I plopped down in a deck chair by my neighbor's pool yesterday and announced that I was completely unmotivated to do anything. "Isn't it great that we don't have to do anything?" my neighbor replied.
She is absolutely right. My days are filled with very few have-tos. I have to wake up, have to drink coffee, have to watch the kids swim, have to feed my family, have to return books to the library.
There are a lot of should-dos every day. I should think about dinner before dinnertime, I should do a load of laundry, I should sweep the floor, I should clean out the refrigerator. But all those shoulds can wait while we soak up what is left of summer. We have-to.
The evenings are long, the tomatoes are ripe, the beer is cold. How could I not succumb?