Summer, summer, summer. It’s like a merry go round.
This is what happens in summer.
One minute you’re sitting on your couch trying to come up with something to write about and the next minute you’re remembering a song by The Cars that you loved in 1984.
And then you end up searching for the song lyrics and wind up on Wikipedia where you learn that the video for that song was shot in the pool at the Hilton’s house. As in Paris Hilton’s parents.
And then you wonder why you never hear anything about Paris Hilton anymore other than the fact that she was famous for absolutely nothing other than being a wealthy, blonde heiress.
And then you think about the Cars’ video for You Might Think I’m Crazy which was so bizarre and featured Paulina Porizkova who was actually married to Ric Ocasek.
And then you wonder if they’re still married and it takes all your willpower not to consult the Google right this very instant.
It’s like a forty-two year old woman’s version of If You Give A Mouse A Cookie.
(For the record, it appears that Ric and Paulina are still married and have two children. To which I say, well done you crazy kids.)
Anyway, that should serve as a clue that not much is going on here, yet at the same time I feel like we’ve been really busy. But the truth is I think we’ve been busy doing nothing.
Last week flew by because Caroline had soccer practice every evening from 5:30-8:00 which meant that our days kind of revolved around that. And then I accidentally made plans for just about every night in addition to soccer practice which meant I looked up on Friday and realized P and I had spent all of about five minutes together since last Monday. This is what happens to us in summer. I revert to my full-fledged night owl ways and he is going to bed and getting up earlier than ever because he’s so busy with work which means we are two ships passing in the kitchen as I settle in to watch a late movie and he’s heading to bed.
Then I drove up to a friend’s lake house on Friday with Gulley for a girls’ night with my birthday club friends. There isn’t much I love more in the summer than sitting on a dock looking out at a lake, especially with friends who make you laugh. So that was a good time. It also caused Gulley and I to get into a discussion about whether we’d rather have a beach house or a lake house. We never came to a definitive decision although my first impulse was to go with a lake house because it doesn’t seem like it would require as much upkeep and maintenance as a beach house.
I’m tempted to ask P right now which one he’d want but I think he’d just tell me he doesn’t feel like playing pretend and we won’t ever have either one so it’s a moot point. But if I had to guess I bet he’d say a beach house.
Feel free to share your opinion on this very pressing, non-existent, pretend matter in the comments.