I love the section in the Sunday Times where they share somebody’s weekend routine. I love to hear about how people spend their leisure time. So today I thought I’d share a typical summer day.
On summer days, I wake up when I want to. If I’ve gone to bed early, I get up early. If it’s been a late night, I might sleep in a bit. Today I woke with the sunlight and the birds singing and the sound of my husband grinding the coffee. I came down, kissed my husband, gave the pup a pat on the head, and headed to the kitchen to grab a cup of that fresh coffee.
I quickly checked email, Instagram, and Facebook. I just want to make sure I check the Google Doodle, that I know if it’s National Doughnut Day or National Oldest Daughter Day, that I’m up to speed on the NY Times Breaking News, what my children are up to, and all the other silly stuff that exists in the world.
Then I make breakfast (homemade banana muffins this morning), and we sit out on the porch, dog at our feet, sipping coffee and eating muffins, and talking about the day’s schedule (or lack thereof).
Walk the Dog
It’s going to be a hot one today, so a friend calls to see if I want to join her for an early walk on the trail. I grab the leash and the pup and we head out to take a relaxed 3 mile walk on the beautiful bike trail that runs alongside a gorgeous river.
Lunch with Friends
I meet some wonderful friends for lunch. These are friends I taught with years ago, and we’ve maintained such a close friendship even though we have gone in completely different directions. We sit, relax, talk, laugh, share, and make plans to meet again.
Afternoon on the Beach
Then it’s off to the beach with another friend for the afternoon. We sit near the water, the waves lapping at our toes, and we talk about everything from careers to husbands to children to grandchildren to traveling to concerns to celebrations, and then some. We walk, we swim, we keep talking. When we finally check the time, it’s after 5:30. But who cares? It’s summer! We stay a bit longer.
Time to Write
I return home, pour myself a nice glass of Chardonnay, and sit down to write.
I’m not sure what I’ll do next. Maybe make some dinner, sit outside, read, and get ready for another beautiful summer day.