In an effort to re-kick-start the kick-start of the start of my blog, I would like to wax about the end of summer and what that means to me. Summer ended, yesterday, really. That was it. School is officially in session, full-time. Both kids are on the same schedule finally, which makes life so much easier. With the Olympics ending and football season beginning, I crave cooler temperatures and hearty food. Knowing as I do, there are always a few sneaker days between now and Halloween where it is absolutely smoking hot. October in general is always warmer than anyone wants. But to get my mind prepared, a slow transition must begin.
I fight internally; feeling like I should ignore the corn and heirloom tomatoes and load up on squash and braising meats. I keep reaching for my boots and plaids, when really the JCrew city shorts should still be at first grab. Iced tea to hot tea. Cajun Shrimp nails to Malaga Wine. The sun is at that angle, where you know change is upon us. The problem is that change happens so quickly, there is really never a time to soak it in, moment by moment like I would like.
What helps to make the transition an acceptable one for me is to plan. Bring out the calendar and start marking things up all the way to December. To plan things strategically so that there are milestones and earmarks. Getting organized by day, week month and balance of the year helps tremendously. Yesterday I planned the week’s worth of meals, and I have even planned a few breakfast bites, so there is no room for that blank stare. When my fridge is stocked with things that have a purpose, I am happy. Nothing is more disappointing than looking at a fridge full to the brim with nothing I want or can use. The freezer also has options for quick meals post-baseball when we get home late. Sundays we have implemented “Everyone Eats the Same” which probably sounds ridiculous to most families. But Sunday we all come up with the menu, sit together, and eat what’s on our plate. It is a step for us. Don’t judge.
Today, I ordered a leopard print dress. I am drinking more water. I am lowering my dose of crazy pills. Lamb shanks are braising for dinner, but I am serving them with a cool couscous salad. It is a start, and I think I am ready.