Today would have been a really good day to have planned for a crock-pot dinner. A nice, bubbling stew. Or maybe a hot plate of pot roast and gravy. But I'm not that organized - it was enough for me to get out of bed before 6:30 to take the dog out for a cold, dripping walk.
It's the last day of August, and the kids are back at school. I know this not because I have children or am back at school myself, but because they are back on the bus. I'm told that the giant High School that is on my bus route doesn't actually start back up until tomorrow morning, but today there were a few groggy, nervous looking pre-teens out there standing in the rain, getting their first-day hair 'dos wet.
Soon the morning transit will smell like Victoria's Secret body spray, Axe cologne, puberty and angst. I will once again suffer being stuck between a goth couple smashing their tongues about and two students sipping lattes and stressing out over their AP exams.
Summer is over, and for those of us without school supplies to buy or lunches to pack or plots to hatch to get certain boys we've pined over for years but not seen all summer to fall madly in love with us this semester, we've got to rely on other signs.
Like a flood of insolent teens. And this cold, miserable, gloomy weather.
What I wouldn't give to be packed into my new chaise, in my library corner, sipping a coffee and reading something maybe just a little less trashy than what I've been devouring all summer long.
Because now that the lazy dog days are over, it's time to get down to business. No more Barbara Taylor Bradford or reams of fantistorical fiction for me. Nope - if I'm going to glare resentfully over the top of my book at fourteen year olds wearing more eyeliner than I've ever owned in my life and who are punctuating every single sentence with staccato curse words and be taken seriously, then I'm going to have to glare over them from something with some substance.
Dante? War and Peace? Milton's Paradise Lost? Naomi Klein? Any suggestions?
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