First, I would like to announce that my small town has finally made steps towards modern times and we finally have high speed internet.
For those of you that are struggling to understand such a primitive existence, can we take a minute of silence for those fellow country-folk that are still patiently waiting for the marvels of modern technology to arrive at their doorstep?
We stand with you, friends. We are thinking of you in these trying times.
Now…where was I? At the end of June, I had hernia repair surgery that went well. The surgeon sewed two hernias shut and we moved on with our summer. Suffice it to say that I would much rather not ever repeat anesthesia (and subsequent vomiting) so I abided by doctor’s orders and lifted nothing for weeks.
Many long weeks.
I read a lot of books. Especially after the internet died a week into my recovery. I restarted the In Death series, because the last two or three books I’ve read have referenced something from a previous book that I have no recollection of.
Clearly this means it was time to reread the series from the start. I’m on book #16 of 46.
A month post-surgery, my doctor cleared me to get back to normal. But not before he repeatedly talked about the fat that had gotten stuck in the hernia. There was a lot of talk about fat. My ego took a beating, not going to sugar coat that, but then I figured well may as well do something about it.
So the alarm went into my ensuite, and I’ve been up at the crack of dawn (5:15 am, to be precise) and my butt gets on the treadmill for 45 minutes. The plan is to slowly build back up to 10km runs. There was a time I ran a half marathon, but that time is not returning this year. Possibly not next either. But I’m at 1.25kms now.
The summer as a whole hasn’t really worked out the way I thought it would. The weather has been awful. We’ve gotten so much rain that my dad is a month behind on haying season, and the boys are not really spending much time at the cottage during the week which throws off my plans to declutter my house. And don’t get me started on the lack of hot weather.
Scorching heat has not really been a thing. Not unless you work in my office, which for whatever reason, is hotter than the seventh circle of hell right now.
HockeyDad and I find ourselves asking “when the heck did they get so grown up?” a lot this summer. Every time we turn around one of them is taller, or losing a tooth or some how looking more like a teenager. It boggles the mind and makes the heart hurt, just a bit. Which is to say that even though the summer is not going the way we planned, we are still having a rather amazing one.
Because every day we get to watch these boys grow up is an amazing one. Boy #3 has passed two swim levels. Boy #2 has caught up to his older brother in swim levels. He soon will be spending a week at hockey camp. Boy #1 spent a full week away from us at sleepover camp and we all lived to tell the tale. We’ve packed a lot into a few short weeks amongst thunderstorms and torrential rain.
So here’s to the final weeks of summer, to the pause in our calendar year. I appreciate the opportunity it has given me to just sit back and enjoy. In a matter of weeks, I’ll be on that bench, watching them play and before I know it summer will be a distant memory.
Hopefully August will bring less rain and more sun. Though according to the weather forecast, it won’t happen this week. Sigh.
See you at the rink,