In a month from now, the Spousal Unit and I will have returned from the left coast, having left behind the Resident Offspring (whom I guess will then need to be redubbed the Offspring Formerly Known as the Resident Offspring). I am trying not to indulge in preemptive nostalgia at this point, but it's difficult not to fall in the habit of noting finalities. Having such a close relationship with the RO is, of course, a blessing and that will never change, but it will make the separation more intense.
Right now I am trying to squeeze every drop of enjoyment out of these next few weeks, and am really rather grateful that the current economic reality keeps her from wasting her days slaving away at a McJob. And of course, I am also grateful that my own hobby job allows me the freedom to seize all the time I can to bask in the sparkle of her wit. As a wise friend advised me last night, this is not the time to be thinking about missing her. This is the time to enjoy adventures together while she is still at home
I know the dynamics of this household will change dramatically come September, such is the reality of having only one offspring to see off into the world, but new fangled technology should help to ease that somewhat. And with new fishing destinations to keep the Spousal Unit's imagination occupied and new creative projects unfolding to engage mine, I'm pretty sure we can keep our shit together until the Christmas reunion. I may just need to find some more friends my own age is all.
I have finally finished mulling over what I thought of Donna Morrissey's What They Wanted, the first book I have read for this year's Canadian Reading Challenge (which began July 1, so this is not as pathetic as it seems at first glance). If you would care to read my review, please head over to The Bookworm Collective, where of course you will find a myriad of other book reviews as well to whet your appetite.
You know, just in case you have already plowed through your own summer reading list.