currently {7.23}

It feels like we’ve had one foot in summer, one foot out.

In ‘the old days,’ I’d park three little kids (among a slew of cottage friends) on the beach with sand toys, floaties, snacks. For the day. And sometimes into the night, with sunsets, s’mores, and night swims. While a version of sunsets + s’mores still happens, our kids (and those cottage friends) are now so…old!

While I don’t pine for them…diapers and bedwetting with no washer/dryer, eyes on littles by the lake every single second, constant kitchen duty for kids who couldn’t reach the countertop…those sweet summer days *were* predictable.

Life in this middle takes ‘flex and flow’ (like I mentioned weeks back with What do I need from summer?). Linc loves his summer job…and pick-up time is all over the map. He’s also had an ongoing injury that overshadows the days. We’re not sure when Audrey can visit…maybe summer, maybe fall. Elsa’s our outgoing child and sinks her teeth into ev-er-y-thing. It’s fun to watch — and requires a timer some days, or I’ll forget where she’s going, when.

It’s a different kind of summer. And one we better get used to. (Because we’ll be in this space for some years to come!)

That said, the first of my 5 Currently verbs shouldn’t surprise you. I’m —


{adjusting}

…my expectations.

Years ago, I heard our minister quote one of my favorite writers:

— and I laughed. For a second. But the truth of it is…sobering! And worth remembering.

So instead of thinking whole season (or whole weekend!), I’m adjusting expectations and taking moments. A morning, like now…listening to the creek run and a bald eagle call. The sun peeking through for the first time all day just as it sets, a burning ball of neon orange. An hour picking blueberries before picking up Elsa. A simple summer dinner or campfire — with whoever’s here! Ice cream floats on National Ice Cream Day Night, once we’re all finally back at the cottage.

The adjustment, for me, is not just expectations — it’s attitude, too. Like when we started hiking with kids and I had to forego ‘summit or bust.’ That M.O. doesn’t work with tiny ones — and it doesn’t work with teenagers, either.

So, adjust.

I’m trading in ‘all or nothing’ with ‘whatever I can get.’ (And it’s fine.)


{packing}

…Elsa for camp!

On Sunday, she’ll take off for five days of Tack & Ride with the Girl Scouts of Western New York. There were all sorts of camp themes to choose from, and she picked English riding because she wants to try something new. From what I understand, the big difference between English and Western is saddle: English riding requires a simpler, ‘less supportive’ saddle — plus more balance and coordination than Western. (Kinda glad I won’t be there to hear how sore she is on Day 2.)


{substituting}

Fake gin for the real stuff.

Long-term health…specifically, long-term brain health…has been on my mind lately. (Haha.) And while the resveratrol argument for red wine wins me over, let’s face it. There’s no real good argument for spirits.

So why not try it?

Ritual was the one that first caught my eye. But after reading reviews, I’m going with Seedlip. (Named for the basket you carry seeds in while sowing…in case you wondered!) (The rest of their story‘s pretty great, too. Like, recipes from the year 1651.)

There are three flavor profiles to choose from. I ordered the Garden 108 blend — which they’re clear to point out is not a zero-proof gin. (But the herbs are close enough for me.)

I’ll let you know what we think!


{freezing}

…berries. Lots and lots of berries.

Troy’s dad has very happy blackberry bushes, and we’re lucky to pick from a local farmer who grows organic blueberries. We eat a bunch by the handful for snacks, breakfast, in salads. The rest are frozen for a birthday pie in August and smoothies this fall and winter.


{seeking}

…a better deodorant!

I’ve tried ’em all, toxic to crystal. The one I loved (and that worked!) was discontinued ages ago. I’ve yet to find a replacement.

Any suggestions?`Please!?!


What are you up to, Currently?

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  1. Ah. The adjusting . . . When my kids were at that age-and-stage of life, I remember shifting to thinking about my days/seasons in 4-hour increments. If I went any further out than 4 hours, all was lost! 😉 Enjoy your summer . . . in all the ways you can.

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  2. As the saying goes Time and Motion waits for no-one.Each stage of a child’s life has magic, just enjoy each one and be happy. We have some blessed rain at the moment which is terrific. Gradually things are slowing down for the six week summer break and I am enjoying this time, especially as it’s not over hot which always zonks me out. Looking forward to a granddaughter day tomorrow and another one next week with Toddler P who is now very much Little Miss P. She’s changed so much in the last few weeks, especially her speech. Going to be a chatterbox.

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    1. Slowing down, cooling off a bit, and time with budding conversationalists sounds nothing short of lovely!! Glad to hear it! Especially after how busy your summer started 🙂

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  3. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how summer is different now that I’m working from home full time and my kid can pretty much entertain herself (and feed herself, though she often forgets to, which makes no sense to me!). It’s a nice change to not have to pack lunches or cover her in sunblock or do tons of extra laundry, but I feel a bit like she’s missing out some, too, by not doing summer camp. If I’m honest, though, she was never much of a camper, and she seems much happier to be spending time inside.

    Do let us know about the gin! I’m a Bombay Sapphire drinker, but I’m interested in branching out. And as for deodorant, I have to admit that my favorite is Dove. It may not be the most eco-friendly choice, but it smells nice, works well, and is kind to my sensitive skin.

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    1. I’m with you — I’ve never understood how anyone forgets to eat!? But I hear it’s a real, true thing! My dad would say it’s the difference between people who eat to live vs. live to eat. And it IS possible that I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking what we might eat next around here 🙂
      Elsa is our first kid to ever go to ‘sleepaway camp’ (and with no one she knows, to boot). That was never in the wheelhouse of her siblings. My prediction is that she won’t want to come home next Friday! We’ll see.

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