With eight days to go until we move and miss thing out of school for the summer, I find myself behind on the schedule I'd set in my packing mind.
We're also out of boxes, something M has declared he'll take care of. But it's Thursday and we're still box-less, save the few I scavenged from yesterday's recycling pick-up in the neighborhood.
We like the idea of spending part of the afternoon at the beach. Yesterday A had a friend and I had my book, and we enjoyed two relaxing hours basking in the warm sun; my feet buried in the sand, rubbing away the sheen on my Dutch Tulip toe varnish.
This morning offered us the perfect beginning to a slower pace found in a new friend's enthusiastic desire to set up a weekly exercise date. The offer of child care in her older daughter, Miss A played with her friend the younger daughter, (their friendship is how I met the mom), and we had a good power walk. We've decided upon Thursday as our day, and the plan to also include cycling thrills me. My neglected mountain bike with her deflated tires would love a regular gig, and it will bring me closer to my goal of riding my bike from here to Venice Beach and back.
I like the pace of summer vacation and will like it even more, once these cardboard boxes are stacked in our new home.
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