I keep hearing the same song. No, not the song of the summer. The same song from people about how their summers have gone. Too fast. Too busy. Too weird. And filled with too many unexpected fast, busy, weird things.
I get that. Because this summer has successfully and totally obliterated my color-coded spreadsheet planning nature. I think it was around Memorial Day that I finally just threw the plan(s) away (after Plan B – Plan K were scrapped) and decided to embrace the unexpected and basically just chill the crap out. By the end of June, I’d gone into this zombiesque “leaf on the water” mode, where I was flowing forward in more of a defeated exhaustion than Zen-like peace, but the result was the same. Pet Sounds.
It was around this time that I saw Love and Mercy. And the whole summer has sounded like Brian Wilson ever since.
Granted, the first part of the summer, I spent most of my time in a hospital sitting with my dad or in a kitchen baking hundreds (literally hundreds) of fish sticks for my bottomless pit of a son. Fish sticks were as close as we were getting to an ocean, but my kitchen soundtrack was filled with Best Coast, Real Estate, Flamin’ Groovies and The Beach Boys. And I started to see the entire summer settling into a lazy groove. The warmth of the sun helped.
And as I’ve let go, things have calmed down a bit…at least in my own head. We have four weeks left of the summer…and as we are winding down personally, we are gearing up here at The Queso. We are back and we’re looking forward to celebrating the rest of the summer with you.
And our current soundtrack is The Lazy Summertime Playlist. You’re welcome.
And happy August.