I am not sure who said summer was relaxing, but I believe they were a bit off. With longer days and warmer temperatures, it seems like so much more can get done even on a day when there aren’t set plans. Actually, sometimes the days without plans turn out the best because that is when the spontaneity can happen.

When I was in my first job, when summertime rolled around, I would throw a bag with a change of clothes and a toothbrush into my car on Friday night. Not for any sorted reason, but because I would go out with my girlfriends, and might end up at one of their houses too late to want to drive home, or we might decide to take an impromptu road trip. Actually, one summer I just kept my tent and sleeping bag in the car trunk all the time. It came in handy. Growing older and getting more settled has put an end to this practice, for the most part. But this summer, I’ve found myself having the time to visit friends more than I have before. Once again, I find myself throwing a bag with a change of clothes and a toothbrush into the car before heading out.  Sometime late dinners and even later night talks lead to the lack of desire to drive home.

Along with the change of clothes, I’ve been making a point to throw in some sort of small crochet project. This weekend was full of conversation, pitchers of sangria, reconnecting with friends who were in from out of town, and sleeping in a guest room, but I was also able to fit in a few moments each day with my yarn and a hook. Getting less done on a project is a fair trade off to maintaining friendships with far-flung friends.