Juneuweary

Hello June my old friend
I've come to talk to you again....

I know the ways of June - I see them coming, I brace myself but no matter the planning, thinking, strategising I am always sucked into the June vortex a strong and capable woman and spat out the other end a strong, capable and oh so weary woman. 

It's how I imagine it feels like to be in the spin cycle of the washer - a short but crazy ride that leaves you weak kneed.

But no matter the craziness - the multiple events, the never-ending TO DO list, the running around - there is a sort of amazement at the end of it all when the sum of those events are contemplated.

Heck - a lot got done!

Lindsay has worked a lot - and signed a lease on an apartment and made housewares and grown plants and made many a muffin.  She starts as a Senior Leader at a summer camp program locally in July socking away those bucks for the those pesky rent payments.

David finished his year strong (even defying the odds of making it through math) and  has been a total social butterfly getting in all the friend time before he leaves for 8 weeks at summer camp tomorrow - for which we can only hope he is, at least, mostly prepared. 

Allan finished the Masters 5-out-of-6-Saturdays slog and is now staggering to the finish line of the school year and hanging on until he is on a lake with a fishing rod in hand.  Which is right before he starts another 6 week double course master stretch while teaching physics at summer school.

I am here...at home...with Spanner (recently recovered from a broken wag - he wagged himself into an injury as only an over-friendly lab can).  

I took today off to get David ready and to pack myself.  

For I saw a gap in this here June and I said to myself - "If I must drive David over the mountains to Kelowna to camp then I may as well grab my fellow adventurer EV and we may as well have a night or two in the sunny wine country...."

And lo it will be! 

In my case I am calling it my summer vacation as the aforementioned schedule of my spouse and children makes an actual summer vacation a pipe dream.  The Byres4 will actually not be back together until Thanksgiving or so - a fact on which I refuse to dwell - such is life with older teens - they don't need a moping mother dragging them down.

So I am packed... the car is ready... and my heart is going to override my weary body and I am going to have myself a merry mini break starting tomorrow.

The sun will shine, the tunes will play, the coffee will be strong and the chatting long and sustaining. 

There will be mountains and wine and lakes and food, good food.

There will be a bed and a breakfast and a dear companion.

So take that You June You.... You have been more than survived! 

We are stronger than that!