Daily Cookie

Its Sunday morning and I just finished drafting agendas for all my meetings next week and am now packing up the house and getting ready to head home.  The mens finals are on in the background and I am suddenly saddened by the calendar.  Summer always seems to pick up speed after July 4th and Wimbledon.  I dont know about you, but I plan on fully enjoying the rest of my time at adult summer camp.   

We have spent the past nine days and nights with family and wonderful friends.  We grilled, swam, drank delicious wine, worked out, played tennis, read, watched movies (there was one rainy day), golfed (not me), sun bathed (not Mikey), did home and homes (dinner parties at each others homes) and made plans to do alot more of all of the above.  

One night the guys started talking about a pending invitation our friend Gary received from an ex to golf at one of the world’s best tracks (thats golf lingo – it means course).   The guys could not understand how he could even be thinking about this.  It was a once in a lifetime opportunity, quote un quote, and he supposedly “liked” this chick.   What was his hesitation?  The girls on the other hand, had it all figured out.  Gary, like many of the rest of us, had been on vacation and completely settled in.  To venture off campus would be an effort.  We were happily submerged in our summer camp.

I have already hinted at what each day consists of down here, its very easy to find your summer groove.  Our friend Andy exclaimed at least three times a day that we had to make it a point to do “this” (whatever it hapened to be that we were doing at the time) every week.  In other words “it” was going to become another regularly scheduled activity at camp.

The hubby is golfing one last round and I am going to go sit by the pool for a few hours.  Tomorow its back to the grind for the both of us.  I am rested, tan and ready for my week in the Big Apple. 

FYI I did not get to make that summer platter, but no worries, I am coming back on Friday.