Follow Me
T he slow-down of summer is before us. In my youth, I can well remember languid summer days. I would wake up after my parents had left for work and eagerly anticipate a day of friends, food and pool time. Unfortunately, there were days that a 'to do' list was awaiting me and that was not to my liking. Wash, vacuum, dust, help with dinner, practice the piano, etc. Ugh, I wanted a totally free existence; one where I could follow my every whim. I guess I'm saying I wanted to follow me. Yes, certainly, that is it. I wanted to follow my whims, my ideas and my desires. I, in no way, wanted to follow my mom and her instructions for those summer months. Here I find myself entering another series of summer months many years later. There is a part of me that looks to long, lazy summer days in which I follow only my whims. But a stronger part of me has decided to create a different summer. ...