It's Labor Day weekend, a time to take stock of how well we used our summer hours. Was there too much work? Did we get enough sun? Did we check all the boxes for adventures and self-improvement? Expectations for summer never quite live up to reality, so there's usually a slight feeling of disappointment in these few days that mark the end of summer.
But not this summer. We did a real mix of stuff that was good for our brains, bodies, and souls. The boys took classes, and Jonah visited the offices of friends and family. We travelled and camped. Steve grew some scraggly tomato plants in the backyard. I got some reading and writing done in between driving Ian to his various activities. But mostly we just hung out together as a family. It was lovely.
I'm gearing up for September with two freelance articles and one personal essay in the works. Ian and I will travel with Steve to Toronto for his job over one of the long Jewish holidays. We'll be sitting on the bleachers for a lot marching band performances this fall, but we're good with it, because we're convinced that marching band rewired Ian's autistic brain. I still have to write about that.
Thanks for reading! Laura