The Broad Running Broad

You know that old classic, where Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong crooned about summertime when the livin’ was easy? After all the fracas of May, I’m ready for the easiness that June brings.

All those years of school ending in June for the next few months has me conditioned to associate June with sweet, endless summer, with no stressful responsibilities in sight (I loved learning as a kid, but school during the teen years became a source of anxiety so summer was a welcome break.) Back then it was just some slow-moving days at home with my cats and dog. My folks worked and I wasn’t one for extracurriculars, so I could spend a solid two months doing the bare minimum of housework and then reading or lazing around outside in the solitude.

Not much has changed, now that I think about it. I have a job, but since I’m working from home and can wear formal daytime pajama pants, my days are fairly low-key. It’s quiet, and even if I can’t go outside at 2 p.m. and stay there until dinner during the weekdays, I can still look out back and see sunshine over the pond and my animal visitors. There’s the pool at the clubhouse I hit up on the weekends, and I’m thinking of getting back into reading for pleasure. I haven’t done that since A Hard Kick in the Nuts, which Teenage Allison would be ashamed to see.

Although Teenage Allison would be proud to see I’ve finally got help for our unresolved childhood trauma. And that I’ve taken care of my physical health for both longevity and frankly vanity. Back on topic, Allison, back on topic.

So it’s June 2nd. Yesterday started the new month, one of my three favorite months. Festival season has kicked off, celebrating fresh harvests around me. The Pride Parade is in the middle of June, although I’ll be missing it this year to spend time with my mom instead. There’s lakes to swim, bikinis to live in and hair to be plopped on top of my head, since summer time is for easy living and I’m not fussing with my hair.

I’m looking forward to a month of moving slowly, of returning to simple pleasures and relaxing before the fracas of fall training kicks back into gear. Marina has already beat me to the relaxing part – she’s fast asleep on the couch near her mom while I write this.

Tonight’s post is a short one, and I hope you all have a wonderful weekend ahead, wherever you are in the world.

Yours in writing and life,

Allison