Summertime, summertime

Yesterday after school I went out with several of my co-workers to a locally ubiquitous restaurant, Guadalajara, for a few drinks and some tasty and cheap food. The temperatures climbed up into the 90s, and the AC unit was out in the restaurant, so they had temporary AC units set up inside. Once we all had a few drinks we felt just fine. Personally, I felt as though I could be back in the Bahamas, in a local hole in the wall cafe, drinking Coronas (my summer beer of choice) and just relaxing. When we left, it was about 6:30 and the coastal breeze had finally come in to cool us all down. As I drove down the road that leads from the restaurant to my house, which includes a beautiful view of the Chesapeake Bay, I felt like summer had finally arrived. 

This morning B got up for a 9am game of beach volleyball. I applied the ever-necessary lotion to his back and he went on his way. I watered my plants and now I'm planning to kick back and read Dave Eggar's What is the What. I have tried many times to read it on weeknights, only to fall asleep a couple of pages into my reading (this same dilemma plagued me with reading Lord of the Rings, which I finally finished a few weeks ago). I've managed 100+ pages, but I still have much more to read. For the rest of my morning: yoga and cleaning the kitchen. These are perfect things to do when B isn't around. 

I am looking forward to this summer. I can't wait for the quiet mornings, trips to the beach, drinks and food on the water, etc. There is a good chance that this might be my last summer with quiet mornings, so I'll take it for all it's worth. I just have one more week to go with school, but  it's mostly fluff stuff and no real teaching, so I am okay with that.

Yes, summertime, summertime.