Summer holidays have officially begun for our family. I celebrated convocation with my students last week. Ellie finished school, and we headed north to Matt’s Aunt’s cottage. We made it back in time for the major summer festival in my hometown.
As always, our objective is to do summer. Fill it with as much fun, relaxing, play and memories as we can.
We’re already off to a good start.
Here are some of the things we’re looking forward to and some of the things I’ve enjoyed recently.
I live my day as if it was the last
Lush Life by Zara Larsson
Live my day as if there was no past…
Doin’ it all night, all summer
Gonna spend it like no other
Sometimes my phone starts playing music. Rather than explaining it as just a technical glitch, I like to believe it’s Matt, my Dad or his Mom with a message for me. The other day the above song came on, and no matter what buttons I pushed it wouldn’t stop playing. I had never heard it before, but it felt like a good description of how I’m thinking about this summer.
Finding creative places to read this summer has been a fun exercise. (Ellie is taking “exercise” literally. See photo above.)
This scavenger hunt from our local conservation authority has good ideas no matter where you live.
The ducklings have moved to the coop. I’m looking for a bathtub to add to their run and a chest freezer (doesn’t have to work) to store food. If you hear of someone getting rid of one, please let me know.
Do you know about the MAPL test for music?
Another Canada Day story, this year marks 35 years of the Heritage Minutes. “It’s amazing how a simple moment, a minute, can encourage you to learn more and to talk about more and to be involved with the discussion around our past, our present and our future.”
This quote has been on my mind since Father’s Day.
“We’re just here to be memories for our kids… Once you’re a parent, you’re the ghost of your children’s future.”
Interstellar
Matt and my Dad are now memories and ghosts for Ellie and me. Someday I’ll be the same for her. This summer will be part of how Ellie remembers me in her future.
Those memories don’t have to be big.
I hope they will be our tradition of camping out on the summer solstice, the day the turtle showed up in the chicken run, the playground I made her, hiking in the woods, and all the love and joy we share.














































