By Dan Brosgol
School’s out, spring baseball is over, and that can only mean one thing.
For us, this means a few things. First and foremost, it means that we’re leaving town as soon as possible, either on Friday night or Saturday morning. Hello, White Mountains.
But it also means the pace of life sort of slows down. But not really. It’s just a different kind of busy.
On the taking it easy side of things, summer means not packing lunches for school (amazing), not getting my oldest to school for violin every Wednesday at 7:30 (spectacular), and me not working on Sundays (transcendent). It means more fire pits, more grilling, more biking to work, later bedtimes all around, and super-fast morning commutes on 128 with everyone on vacation.
On the flip side, summer means four days per week (at least) at Springs Brook Park for swim lessons, five weeks (and hopefully more) of crazy summer baseball for my oldest, and suffering through training runs on 90 degree days. It also means taping and watching multiple World Cup games on my DVR every day, playing summer basketball, and perhaps writing a little more than usual.
But I’m certainly not complaining. If there’s one thing that I do have in summer, it’s more time at home, and that’s never a bad thing.
Especially when I’m not filling lunchboxes at 6:45 in the morning.