Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Back to it

Now suddenly life seems normal again. Summer is over and school begins and we feel as though our schedules are set now and we are back to it.


Funny how our lives mentally revolve around school forever. Perhaps that isn't true for everyone, but for me, who was in school myself for so long, and then had children following the school calendar for over twenty years, my life has become totally about September to June. Other people may think of January as their new beginning, but for me, its all about September.

So on this day, this second day in September and the day before school starts, I am immersed in the idea that this is a new beginning. I am cleaning out the closets both mentally and physically. I'm organizing my files and making y life a bit more calm as I settle into my normal schedule. And there is something very comforting about that.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Sleeping in

This is our third day in a row being able to "sleep in". For us, that means staying in bed until about 7am.

I remember the days of my youth when I could easily stay in bed until 10 in the morning. My mother would be amazed that we were still in bed so late on Saturday mornings.But it was easy to do back then and I suppose I needed the sleep.

Life changed once the children came along, not to mention real life with jobs and other obligations. Suddenly sleeping in wasn't quite as easy as it used to be. After all, jobs mean responsibility and children need to eat, no matter how tired we are. After so many years of getting out of bed early to get our kids off to school and feed babies, well we have not been in bed after maybe 7:30 in a very long time.

I don't mind though. Although I'm sorry to miss some of the nighttime fun, and there is plenty of that, I prefer being up for the early morning. There is something so refreshing and invigorating about the morning light and the cool clean air first thing in the morning - not to mention the blessed quiet that is all too rare living here in the village. I find I get a lot done between 7 and 9 in the morning, and my energy level is usually great. So although I used to call myself a night person, I am definitely a morning person now.

So - for three days we sleep in until 7. And enjoy the decadence of it all.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Fireworks

Last night we attended the annual fireworks at Main Beach and since it was or daughter's birthday we took advantage of the event to celebrate her special day. I had her sons convinced that the fireworks were arranged b me for her birthday celebration.

The fireworks have certainly evolved through the years but I think for the better. When we were children they were always on the 4th of July when we could wait until dusk and drive right up to the beach, jump out of the truck, and go find ourselves a patch of sand with plenty of room around it.

Over the years this became a huge event, with tens of thousands of people gathering to watch at the many beaches and other areas around the village where they could be seen. It became so crowded that for a number of years we actually stopped going.

Then when I was elected to office in the village I learned I could get a coveted spot to park up at the beach and actually sit with  my family upstairs at the pavilion where we literally had the best seats in the house. So we started attending again. But the traffic was horrendous and it would often take us fifteen minutes to make our way home all those 2 miles. Police presence and organization was great, but it was a hassle.

About ten years ago, the date had to be moved to Labor Day weekend because of the nesting habits of the piping plovers, which are small shore birds on the endangered species list. Because of their nests the crowds and noise from the event could not be held and was moved. And now, every Labor Day we head to Main Beach for our special show. The crowds have diminished considerably and when we look down from our perch on high we can actually see sand between the people. In fact, it has become much more the way it used to be when we were young, with mostly local people coming out to enjoy the show.

Of course the down side is that the donations have dropped off as the fire department collects money for next year's show every year right there at the head of the beach. But so far the tradition continues and we still go as a family and enjoy every minute of it. This year the twins were old enough to know what was going on and as my husband held one on his lap next to me and I watch her face taking in the spectacle with a combination of awe and wonder, I knew that this was what it was all about. A perfect ending to our birthday celebration.


Saturday, August 30, 2014

"Labor" day

When I gave birth for the first time in 1975, it was on the Saturday morning of Labor Day weekend. I went into labor Friday evening and stayed home as long as I could, but headed to the hospital late Friday night. My first born came into the world about 3:30 in the morning Saturday, August 30th. So it was a Labor Day weekend like this one, with the dates falling the same way.

It's interesting to me how vivid the memory is despite the fact that is it nearly 40 years old. How many thing can we even remember from 40 years ago, and yet this, the birth of a child, is indelibly etched on my mind, from the long line of headlights we passed as we drove to Southampton Hospital against the holiday traffic, to the faces of the nurses and the smell of the delivery room. It says something about our life experiences that this is one thing never to be forgotten, not a single detail.

I remember the security guard who meet us at the door and the long empty hallways he pushed down because the addition to the hospital was not officially opened yet and there was still brown paper lining the floors as we made our way to the old section. And I remember being wheeled back through the same corridors two days later to be taken home with this new baby. I was twenty-three years old. What did I know about raising a child?

Well many Labor Day weekend have passed since that most memorable one. And to this day, it is a weekend with a double meaning for me. There was no rest from my labors that year. In fact, it was the beginning of a long labor that would last years and years.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Flowers

This is a beautiful time of year in the garden. All the flowers are lush and full, adding sparks of color around every corner. I have mostly all perennials at my house, with only pots holding annuals that are re-done every year. When I walked in from the car the other day ad saw the bright yellow daisies with the black centers completely filling the corner of the walkway where we planted the bush years ago, it made me smile. An unexpected treat. Most of the summer is is a dull green bush, but when it bursts into bloom it is a beautiful sight.

East Hampton is colorful and beautiful right now. Although our own lawn is brown from lack of water, most are green from their irrigation systems and the gardens are full. I miss my mother's impatiens - she used to plant dozens and dozens of them every year to outline here perennial garden. By late summer they were gorgeous. But she had to fight the deer for them, spraying them regularly with something that smelled terrible. I just don't have the tie or inclination for that kind of work so the only impatiens we have are in the flower boxes, up where the deer can't get to them.

I also miss the hydrangeas this year - there are almost none with any blossoms. Apparently the harsh winter and spring was not good for them. Hopefully next year will be better as they are my favorite source of bouquets for the house. I have missed them for sure.

Like baseball, there's always next year. But for now, what we have is quite nice thank you very much!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Last hurrah

So here we are on Wednesday
of Labor Day weekend - winding down to the last hurrah of the summer.

Yesterday was actually humid for the first time in a long time. I broke a sweat every time I started to do anything the took the least little exertion. I made the mistake of washing m hair in the morning and in no time my nice clean hair was wet with perspiration. Sigh....

Well still - no complaints. It has been a beautiful summer and next week is September - my favorite month. September is what I think of as the summer for locals. The crowds are gone and the weather is fine and the nights comfortable. So bring it on.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Nights

Nearly every night this week I have a meeting to attend. I don't really mind it at this time of the year because it's still light out at 8:00, but once the winter comes I really don't like meetings at night.

Which brings me to another annoyance of age: deteriorating eyesight. Now I have never had goo eyesight ad I've been wearing glasses since I was in the forth grade, so bad vision is not a new thing t me, but the whole night driving thing is and I don't like it. I am getting used to the reading glasses, although I often forget them when I need them and I'm not at home where i have a pair within reach everywhere in the house. And that is annoying.  But at least there is a fix for that. There is o fix for poor night vision.

So, I try to find someone to provide transportation whenever possible at night, and make do when I can't, but it is always annoying. I think it's probably just the fat that its a reminder of my age that is the worst part. It's almost like those annoying mirrors I have to look into at the beginning and ending of every day. There's just no getting around it. I'm getting old. And so are my eyes.