I have a week left of summer vacation! I had such big plans for what I was going to do with six glorious weeks without class. I start back on Thursday. Luckily I was smart and only registered for one class over the summer because I’m looking forward to movies and concerts in the park, playing soccer or tennis with friends and a weekend trip to Connecticut for a polo match.
I said I was going to spend my vacation at French conversation group and stepping up the writing and working out. That didn’t so much happen. I tried going to conversation group one day. I got to the appointed tea and coffee shop, wandered around looking for a group that appeared to be speaking French. I did find one such group. When I inquired, they told me they were a French group, but not the group I was looking for. I never did find the conversation group, so I left.
Soccer hasn’t happened either, I’m embarrassed to admit. I bought my gear, was all set to go one Saturday morning when I got an email, saying it was canceled due to a family emergency. The next two weekends I was out of town and couldn’t go. This week I didn’t RSVP in time. It’ll happen! I did, however, try aerial yoga and loved it! That’s happening again Sunday.
I also had a flurry of out-of-town visitors. I went upstate and to my sister’s for weekends away. I attended a taping of “The Colbert Report.” I did a charity walk. I got published in a magazine and attended the launch party. I applied for new jobs. Then got a “promotion” at my current job instead.
I’ve blocked off this weekend as museum weekend – even declining an invite to Belmont Stakes. I want to go to the Museum of the City of New York, The Met and Cloisters and the Tenement Museum.
I crammed a lot in my summer vacation, just not what I meant to. No harm in that.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.