Summer is over. It's really over. Sure, the calendar says we have a few more weeks until autumn arrives, but that's a technicality. My oldest son started school last week, and my youngest is getting ready. Store shelves are stocked with long-sleeved shirts, while the short-sleeved tees have been downgraded to the clearance section. All the summer sports classes have wrapped up. This leaves me with a question: where did the summer go?
I'd swear just yesterday I was making a list of everything I wanted to do with the kids over the long break. I dug out the tablet from where it had become buried under a mound of papers and took a look. Swim classes? Done. Activity book to keep school skills sharp? Done. Putting up the tent in the backyard for an overnight campout? Well, we camped out in the living room a couple of times. We could see the backyard from where we were lying, so that's pretty close. And there's always Labor Day weekend, (yet another signal that summer has ended). Now the focus shifts from filling the days with casual play time and goofy science experiments to making sure homework is done and the kids are in bed at a decent hour.
My focus is currently shifting as well. I managed to shove all those upcoming book signings out of my head for the entire summer. I spent that time drafting and editing my third book, blissful in the knowledge that September was months away. But now it has almost arrived. I need to set aside my third draft for now and focus on my first book while I figure out what people want to hear about it and what I want to say. The first signing is less than two weeks away.
So, it's time to say farewell to summer for good. Before I know it, it'll be Christmas.