Saturday, May 26, 2018

Am I Crazy?

It's almost that time again, almost the end of the school year when I will have to back my school bus into its parking space for the last time, when I'll have to face 11 weeks of summer (eighty-two days to be exact) and I'm scared. I can just hear the rest of you saying, Is she crazy? Doesn't she know how lucky she is?

Well maybe, but idle time scares me. What was it the nuns used to tell us when I was little? That idleness is the devil's workshop. (I wish!)

Anyway, the reason I'm scared is that I have no plans, no trips to the South or to Europe like I've had in previous years. So frightened was I that I picked up my journal two nights ago to see what I did last summer and, from what I read, I found that even without plans I managed to relax and enjoy myself doing what I always enjoy doing with my free time - reading, writing, walking, and meditating.

And this summer I have one more thing to add to that list: exercising. It's been a couple of months now since my actor/model/fitness coach grandson took me to the gym and taught me how to use the exercise equipment and I loved it, loved the way it took me out of my head and into my body. I loved it so much I started going to the gym every day walking three miles either on a treadmill, or out in the park, or some combination of the two.

Those of you who know me, or who have read my books, know that I see a therapist bi-weekly. (I can just hear the rest of you saying: She is crazy.) Anyway, my therapist has been away for the past two months (just when it seems I've needed her most), but she will be back next week and I'm hoping to see her throughout the summer.

And who knows, maybe I'll start that book I've been dreaming of writing for years, the one whose title is a line from one of my favorite songs. The song is Macarthur Park and the line is-. Wait! I'm not telling you that because, well, because you know I'm not really crazy.

Anyway, Happy Summer Everyone. For you, no matter what you're doing, I hope it's both productive and relaxing.

My memoir, Dear Elvis, is available at amzn.to/2uPSFtE