I've been on an impromptu getaway to northern Michigan. The weather is gorgeous; perfect for the beach. It's a little cool at night; perfect for the hot tub and for sleeping with the windows open.
I was going to go home on Sunday. Then it changed to Monday. Now I am going home early Tuesday morning, with no little fear and trembling, because we will be having about 60 guests at our home Tuesday night. Yikes.
I am not in charge of this shindig, however. My son is having a primary election party for the volunteers on the campaign he's managing, and has assured me all the food is taken care of. He's ordering pizza and has bought lots of snacks and drinks from Costco. I left the house in good order; I will only need to run the vacuum and tidy up a bit.
I have to admit I feel a bit reckless. I usually feel like I need to make homemade food and make more of a fuss. Ah well. It's hard to feel anxious when you're sitting here . . .
Here I am, sitting on a beach chair with my toes up in the air, watching the gulls and the sailboats. These toes barely got wet, though. Even in August, Lake Michigan is freezing. Michiganders are a hardy lot, however; lots of people were swimming.
When my children were growing up, my husband was the one who played with them in the water every summer when we went to Ontario, and camped on the shores of Lake Huron. They couldn't believe it when we were in Pensacola and I was swimming in the ocean and having so much fun. They had always thought I didn't like to swim. Not true. I just don't like to swim in cold water!
And don't even start on Lake Superior! Brrr! I remember camping as a child up there, and having to run in the lake for a quick "bath" as there were no shower facilities. It was like ice!
It has been a delightful weekend, and we have enjoyed relaxing and watching movies and eating ice cream. I hate to tell you all this, but I have spied some leaves turning color already. Then again, fall is my absolute favorite time of year. Bring it on (but maybe not too soon!).