The Soli Deo Gloria sisters are reconnecting after a busy couple of months. We’ve been having an informal “Summer Snapshot” come-and-go, end-of-summer blog party. As my contribution, here are some of the highlights of my summer…
May 28: Capital of Texas Triathlon, Sprint-distance Relay. (This was on Memorial Day, traditionally the start of summer, so I have to list it even though I promised I wouldn’t write another word about it.) It was hot.
June 16: Rode the 40-mile route in the “Tour d’Italia,” out of Italy, Texas. Best part of the morning? Taking a shower after the ride. It was really hot.
June 22-23: Attended the North Texas Christian Writers Conference, titled “Transform Your Writing Skills.” I took piles of notes at the breakout sessions and got some positive feedback at two consultation/critique sessions. Toughest part? Choosing which breakout classes to attend. They all sounded great.
July 14: We went to see one of our son’s Corps of Cadets buddies get married. Beautiful wedding and reception!
July 28: Rode the Tour de Goatneck in Cleburne, Texas. Brent & Greg did the 41-mile route. I was a slacker and only rode the 27. So sue me. It was hot.
July 29-August 4: Vacation!! Brent and I went to Colorado Springs, Greeley, Estes Park and Denver. We loved every minute of it, from Pike’s Peak, to visiting friends and my brother, to hanging out at the little coffee shop in Estes where my niece used to work. Highlight? When we rode rented bicycles around the Air Force Academy campus. No, wait… it was eating lunch at the Visitors’ Center Subway after the ride. I mean, the altitude was killer. And it was hot, even at 7200 feet.
August 14: Brent crashed on his bike, cracking his cheekbone in two places and spraining his right wrist, besides the obligatory road rash. In a bid for Worst Wife Ever Award, I was in a writers’ group meeting and had my phone ringer off. Didn’t look at it, either, so I didn’t get Brent’s calls and messages until I got home. Fortunately, he was with a group and got a ride to his car. We spent most of the next morning in the ER. I have done nearly ALL the mowing since then, which kind of makes up for not getting Brent’s calls. No matter how early or late in the day I start mowing, it’s hot.
September 3: Labor Day. Rode 17.6 miles, in training for the Paluxy Pedal just under four weeks away. I’m sure it will be hot that day; it was this morning.
Those are probably the biggest things. In between, we spent a day here and there with extended family, picked and froze endless mounds of peaches, and I worked on my first novel, which it seems I’ve been writing forever but which I actually started around November. Oh, and I’ve agreed to serve as an “older mom” for a sort of “Moms and mentors” class at church this fall.
Noticeably absent from our part of Texas were any grass fires, thanks to more abundant rain than last year’s “none.” There is some actual green grass along the roadsides, even this late in the summer.
But it’s still hot.
How was your summer?
Thanks for reading,