Still, I'm a bit torn, because I've worked hard in a number of ways on my last few posts, and I'd love them to be read -- and I always worry, with this medium, that readers only look at the post that heads up the blog.
So should I let my post on family memories hold that spot a bit longer? Sit quietly, no more words, for another day or two? After all, there have been many words here lately (with many generous responses). Two posts especially, one on the Visible Women (of a Certain Age) phenomenon, another on struggling with sorrow and depression, garnered more views within fewer days than I've experienced since I began blogging. Is it shallow of me to admit that I love to know that my writing is read?
Yet even as I suspect that I should simply let the latest post sit, word-heavy, emotion-filled as it is, top of the blog, for another day or two, I have some end-of-summer photos left that I've been saving, and that have almost reached their best-before date. Summer might not officially be over for another 3 weeks, but for me, tomorrow's return to the classroom turns the calendar page forcefully to a completely different rhythm.
So. Photos for you. Above, my neighbours treading water and chatting with their houseguests, a tug hauling logs in the background, all in a high-tide, mist-tinged, end-of-day sunslant, capturing the pleasures of August on the island.
Shortly afterward, this log rolled in, and I couldn't help but think how quickly my youngest two and their cousins would have been back in the water to play on it. They would have clambered onto it, tried to stand and dive from it, they would have whooped and shrieked and got blue-lipped, full-body-chattering cold from playing it into shore, and by the time it was dark, I'd have the bathtub full for them to squeeze into, 3 or 4 of them at a time, bathing-suit baths they called them, keeping some coverage for modesty's sake. The tub would be silted with sand, pebbles, bits of kelp. They'd wiggle out of their suits as I wrapped them in a big towel, and they'd gradually work into their pyjamas while sipping the hot chocolate or tea I'd made. Good times. So long ago.
Whistler trip with my sisters. Can't really blame them for the purchase, unfortunately -- I think they were as bemused by my picking it up as I was (BabySis, the youngster, laughed that I was now ready for my next rock concert) -- my first skulls ever! Can you say late adopter? What can I say? I do like the weight of the top, but it was definitely an impulse, novelty purchase.
2009 post, so they've paid their dues! (I've had them resoled and reheeled at least twice)
And I loved mixing these pearl-and-gold earrings with the skull shirt, although I do wonder what my mom would have thought of the pairing -- they were her earrings, gifted to me a couple of years ago just because I admired them on her.
Now let's get out there and enjoy this Labour Day weekend, those of us lucky enough to have one. The rest of you, already back in your Monday offices, may you find some moments in the sunshine as well. . .