For tomorrow morning we go up to Massachusetts to retrieve our daughter from her three-week sleepaway program.
So long spontaneous evenings out, eating Ben & Jerry's S'mores ice cream and Cape Cod potato chips for dinner, drinking beer before seven o'clock, watching what we wanted to watch on TV, and lounging in bed in the morning. Sigh. Well, it was fun while it lasted. But already I can hear the clock chiming out midnight. (I just hope my Mini Cooper doesn't turn into a pumpkin, though the cats would be most happy to see some mice.)
Last night I cooked dinner (a delicious roast chicken with carrots, onions, garlic and rice) for the first time in nearly three weeks. And tomorrow I will be doing several loads of laundry... and mopping the floors... and scrubbing the toilets... and cleaning the ashes out of the fireplace... while Prince Charming is preparing one of our daughter's favorite meals (duck with cherry sauce and haricot verts) to welcome her home.
Don't get me wrong, I have missed our daughter terribly and look forward to seeing her smiling face and feeling her arms around me again, but it means that summer is nearly at an end, and that makes me sad. But tonight the spouse and I will drink a toast to summer, go see a movie, and feel grateful for all the good times we have had and those yet to come.