Saturday, July 28, 2012

It's Zen Time again, boys and girls!

For the last two years, I've declared my second-to-last (penultimate, if we're using our big words) week of summer to be Zen Time, a time: "devoted to [reading] one last book, cooking delicious meals, laying in the sun for hours at a time, wearing spaghetti strap tops, short shorts and bare feet (before I have to turn back into Mrs. P, the modest adult), napping, walking, and drinking."

I can't say I'm happy to see ol' ZT arrive, because it means my summer has nearly zipped away, but I enjoy the idea of devoting a whole week to rolling around in the goodness that is my summer life. My real life. Last year I came up with a list of rules for Zen Time and they seem to still be pretty relevant. Let me summarize 'em for ya:

Don't do anything you don't want to do.

Celebrate the stuff you do love to do.

The end.

For real, though, my only hopes for this next week are to swim a lot and eat good, homemade food. Since I've gotten my fill of ocean recently, I feel like I'm in a good place to zen out. I love the books I'm reading right now (see the sidebar at right for links) and I am sure the monkeys will be more than happy to help me goof off for seven days.


I would be really, really happy if my tomatoes would go ahead and ripen--I feel like I've been saying since the beginning of June that I have green tomatoes, and all they need to do is turn red. I have basil coming out my ears, waiting to be made into pesto and to be eaten in concert with some olive oil and the aforementioned awesome and well-attended tomatoes from my garden. I'm getting so annoyed. I have this whole garden full of big, beautiful plants and all it's produced so far is some sweet peppers and a boatload of cucumbers. TOMATO TIME, PLEASE. Or, I don't know. Zucchini. Or yellow squash. Or jalapenos. Or any other of the things I PLANTED. So impatient.

So you know, I'll be keeping an eye on that. That's about the extent of my plan when it comes to things around here.

It has been a good summer, especially since I kicked the whole thing off with residency and family time in southern California. But I am not ready to be Mrs. P again. Not, not, not. I'm a bit anxious about the school year that's about to start. Lots of changes this year for me. Here's hoping that ZT helps me celebrate what a wonderful blessing it is to be home with my family before I have to man up and go back to work.

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