After an extremely stressful last-few weeks of term, which was complicated by a weekend trip to Indiana for a cousin’s wedding, I am 100% ready for summer.
I figured I would get a few weeks of blissful nothingness where I would do nothing but read books and have good conversations. Alas, my sister Amy and her Thai friend Aemie are visiting right now, so we’re hitting up the coast and crater lake and canoeing down the Willamette and camping at clear lake. Fun, but not exactly restful.
Predictably, my body crashed and I was too ill to go on an overnight trip to Bend with the rest of the girls.
“I used to always get sick at the end of term too,” my landlord told me. So I guess it’s a normal thing. “Stress-induced immune suppression,” my friend Jess called it.
Oh well. It gave me time to read and sleep. I’ve missed reading and sleeping.
I went outside at sunset and took some pictures of the peacefulness. The chickens. The cats. The random ladder leading to nowhere.
I am ready for summer. For long days on the combine, listening to podcasts. I want to write something fun and terribly cliché that no one will ever read but me. I want to study French in my spare time and read piles of books and go swimming in the middle of the night.
Goodness.
I was so ready for last term to be over. I have mostly learned to keep from overloading myself, but sometimes I slip up, and last term was one of those times.
The Girl in the Red Rubber Boots 
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