I've been acquainting
myself with a collection of solo piano tunes called Indian Summer by jazz legend Dave Brubeck. Of course, I made it through another
working summer seeking enrichment and renewal in many ways. But in the end, the seemingly endless parade
of concerns concurrent with my job take their toll, and I resolved to spend the
last two weeks of summer vacation keeping an intentional distance from
work, a kind of Indian summer in itself. And Brubeck helped.
Summer school's a
pretty relaxed and straightforward enough gig, though not entirely conducive to
a sense of real "staycation," especially in light of all the fun and trip-taking
so many close family and friends seemed to have enjoyed. I had plenty of fun myself, for sure: saw my
lady quite a bit, swam and barbecued, read and wrote, and otherwise tried taking it easy as often as I could afford to. But here's hoping this was
my last summer spent teaching. Altogether
it really wasn't so bad; the kids were great, and all went fairly smooth-like, everything considered. At the same time, I'm
naturally anxious to have a bit more balance,
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