The Frequency Of Summer: Shifting From Aperol To Absence.

Normally I don't use the pool till Memorial Day. But today the weather - in the high 80s - called to me to jump into the pool.

While enjoying the last of the Aperol for this year. 

It's a Springtime drink for me. And then I switch to Rose´ Spritzes or Hugo Spritzes.

It's a boundary - a border - I have drawn to distinguish between the seasons. 

It's part of the atmosphere I create this time of year... A frequency I tune into as the Sun begins baking things before 8am, making the days stretch out.

And just because they are long, doesn't mean I work longer.

Quite the opposite.

My days tighten the hell up. 

I only allow messages from family and friends through when I am not logged in for work. I have as limited an agenda as possible. As few responsibilities. I limit commitments of most kinds. I lay around my outdoor lounge in the various daybeds and chairs, drinking a cocktail and streaming music while George sleeps on a cushion nearby.

Occasionally she spots a lizard wandering near the entrance to the crawlspace under the house, and attempts to sneak upon it for capture. 

She fails.

Thank god.

Because that would turn into a responsibility for me... To dispose of it's body.  

The nesting of getting the house in order and things planted before the Summer have all happened. So all I have to do from here till mid-September is chill.

With a Spritz in hand. And maybe a jump in the pool.