… And not your regular, every day, run of the mill denial. Serious Denial. The kind that causes your sister in law to write, concerned for your homeschooled children. “When are you starting school?” she casually asks, perhaps wondering if you have forgotten September is, oh, I don’t know, right around the corner; the time that most people begin their academic studies.
School? It’s time for water adventures, not school.
Ha! Perhaps ths is why organized, motivated folk accomplish things with their lives.
No, I’m in denial.
- Denial that school starts next week.
- Denial that my life of blogging until the wee hours of the night is coming to my husband’s negative attention.
- Denial that my 15 year college reunion is rapidly approaching and I still have 25 pounds to lose (the same pounds I’ve been working to lose for the last year and a half). Can you drop 25 pounds in 2 months? Is there a Biggest Loser trainer in these parts, available for hire?
- Denial that our homeschooling co-op begins in a few weeks, and I’m teaching two classes.
- Denial that I have become a summer sloth and haven’t touched a treadmill or elliptical machine for months (except to use as a storage rack).
- Denial over the state of Daniel and David’s room which has yet to be decorated (while their toys are currently strewn across my bedroom floor).
Ah, Mommy, don’t worry about all of that. Come and play with us!
There are probably a few more areas I should address, but I don’t want to think about them. This being a classic case of denial and all.
Fully embracing this new life motto, I abandoned today’s work and finagled an invitation to a friend’s house. Her lake house. Yes, it was another gorgeous day here in Washington. One of those days that tease you with the promise of eternal summer. Summer, not fall. Not school time, with its busyness and activities galore.
Are Nancy and Kirsten 1) praising the Lord; 2) attempting beach yoga; or 3) trying to tell time?
Some of these faces might look familiar. Same beach babes, different beach front.
Rachel stepped on a nasty stick and later crashed into Allison on the edge of the dock. She was one tired girl by the end of our lake visit.
How is a person supposed to plan school, or go to the club for a work-out, or organize toys when the sunshine and water beckon so loudly? They call, not with a whisper or faint suggestion, but a fierce and demanding cry:
“Get out in the sunshine! Grab towels, snacks and head to the beach!”
David can’t even open his eyes, the sunshine is so piercing.
Fishing, jumping, floating, snorkeling, kayaking, diving. These are words with much more charm than sorting, folding, writing, organizing.
Jake does a little snorkeling before heading off on the kayak.
Surely there’s time for work another day. What do the scriptures say?
A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest – and poverty will come on you like a bandit and scarcity like an armed man. — Proverbs 6:10-11
Whew! That’s why we send Tim off to work and don’t fold our hands a bit while we’re at the lake.
Perhaps a little fun and fellowship, before the rigors of school descend upon us, can serve as delight and refreshment to the soul. I know I find myself drinking in the sun and warmth like a thirsty child.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven … — Ecclesiastes 3:1
This was definitely a season for kayaking.
Emma and Julia enjoy a little snack. Yum. Seaweed.
Mom, what’s a bass? Eli and Jake keep talking about a bass? Is it a fish?
David’s buddy, Eli, is not a strong swimmer but he adores the water. He was our resolute fisherman yesterday and he was eager for a kayak ride today. Jake (age 9 and an able seaman) proved to be an excellent kayak guide.
The voice of the LORD is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the LORD thunders over the mighty waters. The voice of the LORD is powerful; the voice of the LORD is majestic. Psalm 29:3-4
I am so thankful for sweet friends, the beauty of God’s creation, and another day full of life and laughter spent with my family.
Project 365 – Day 242