Evangeline at Blue Ridge Swim Club, Ivy, Virginia, June 9, 2013
A couple of years ago in July my friend Maggie Stein and I were driving through the mountains of western Virginia, making our way to and from a wedding, and somewhere along the road she mentioned her summer list. The conversation stalled there for a little while as I picked her brain about this "summer list" (imagine my fingers making quote marks in the air around the steering wheel). What was this thing?
To be perfectly honest, I cannot remember exactly how Maggie explained it, but it was, rather obviously, a list she had made of summer activities that would help her embrace and enjoy the season.
Why wasn't I doing this? I wondered.
I should start doing this! I decided.
I've already explained that last summer was kind of a bust for me. I did give birth, which was great, and I started a long-term relationship with my local coffee shop, which deserves a blog post of its own, but I did not exactly enjoy last summer. I survived it.
Summer in Virginia pretty much overwhelms me with the landscape's ridiculous display of fecundity, the hot heaviness of the air, the night sounds of peepers... I think I'm made for summers in Maine. But, hey, it's the season of my birth, I'm in the land of my people, and this year I've got a list.
Here it is, and may I blog my successes along the way:
- Go off the diving board at Blue Ridge Swim Club
- Take the girls peach picking
- Complete the Women's 4-Miler training program
- Run the Women's 4-Miler race
- Go to a Nats game
- Read a few books (perhaps this and this and this)
- Take a night hike to a high meadow to look at stars
- Go to a music festival; eat festival food
- Enjoy LOOK3
- Sleep in a tent as a family (try, at least)
- Daytrip to the beach
- Take lemons; make lemonade (literally/figuratively, perfect this)