It has been a delightful summer weekend. I gathered up some of my girlfriends for an evening of laughter, wine and tasty nibblies. A girlfriend brought over pineapple upside down cake that we decorated with paper cocktail umbrellas and nestled plastic gnomes underneath. I made falafel balls with tahini lemon sauce and it was a perfect night. This morning I woke up to a garage sale adventure where I just happened to score this treasure:

A rooster alarm clock. Could anything be more delightful? Who wouldn’t rise and shine with a smile on their face with this beauty crowing at them? And it does crow, the full cock-a-doodle-doo crowing. I love it. Two dollars has bought me brighter mornings. Joy comes cheap in the summertime.

1. Eat lots of fresh berries and berry pies
2. Canoe
3. Swim in a lake first thing in the morning when mist is rising from it and it looks like glass
4. Listen to the lonely call of loons
5. Go camping and snuggle in a sleeping bag with The Sweetie
6. Force my friends to dress up in their summer finest, drink Pimms cups and play croquet
7. Spend long lazy evenings on a patio
8. Spend long lazy afternoons on a  patio
9. Go on a picnic
10. Go to a drive-in
11. Go on a road trip with the car windows open, music blasting, singing at the top of my lungs to every cheesy 70’s tune I know
12. Stop at roadside fruit and veggie stands
13. Go to an outdoor concert
14. Go to an outdoor movie
15. Go treasure hunting at yard sales and flea markets
16. Go camping and try not to be paranoid about bears
17. Roast marshmallows and make s’mores
18. Co to Centre Island and ride in a paddle boat and cool off on the log ride
19. Drink milkshakes
20. Stroll on the boardwalk with an ice cream
21. Ride a bike wearing flip flops
22. Grill peaches on the barbecue
23. Dine el fresco as much as possible
24. Savour the sound of the cicadas in the warm summer evenings
25. Lie on the grass reading a book all afternoon with a bowl of cherries by my side
26. Go skinny dipping
27. Eat tomato sandwiches on soft white bread with lots of salt and mayo
28. Have a lobster roll for the first time ever
29. Run under a sprinkler
30. Have a badminton tournament
31. Barbecue pizza
32. Stuff myself on veggie dogs and potato salad
33. Lie in the sand all day with coconut scented sunscreen and a trashy magazine
34. Eat popsicles and ice cream sandwiches
35. Nap in the sunshine
36. Go for walks in the evening when the breeze is still warm and comfortable
37. Wear summer dresses and enjoy their flimsy freedom
38. Get tan lines
39. Go to the CNE for the cotton candy and puke smell and soak up the tackiness of it all
40. Eat lots of corn on the cob and have butter run down my arms
41. Paint my toenails candy colours
42. Drink lots of sparkly drinks with tinkling ice cubes
43. Watch a dramatic thunderstorm from the safety of the porch
44. Blow soap bubbles with my nephew and force him to wear huge plastic sunglasses
45. Go the The Dream in High Park and secretly drink wine from a thermos
46. See dumb Hollywood blockbuster movies with the excuse of needing to cool down with the air conditioning
47. Eat salads freshly plucked from the garden smothered in basil dressing
48. Watch the raccoons amble around the city like they own the place
49. Go for late night hot fudge sundaes at the Dairy Queen under the ruse that their outdoor patio has a cool breeze and good view of the city
50. Try not to panic that the summer flies by and winter will come again

Nothing, and I mean nothing, beats summer. The other seasons can’t offer anything that rivals all of summer’s glory. Berries, long endless days, warmth, patios, barbecues, ice cream, picnics, lounging in the grass, all of it is spectacular. Don’t bother trying to extol the virtues of crisp autumn days, sweaters and skiing. Not interested.

Despite my love of summer I’m not a fan of summer solstice as it marks the beginning of the days getting shorter.  I prefer being on the upswing, knowing that every day is getting longer.

For today, however, despite the tiniest whisper of dread, I will wear my summer dress and embrace the glorious sun.

Oh happy day.

I beat the garbage truck today. It is often a race against time to set out the bin before they reach our curb. Somehow The Sweetie and I always forget to take it out the night before, only to wake up to the sound of the truck as it lumbers past our empty curb, our trash left to fester for another two weeks. I am often running out in my pajamas crying “wait! wait!”, only to have the truck whiz past me, the garbage guys sneering and victorious. Not today garbage guys! Not today. With The Sweetie cheering me on in his boxer shorts and the truck rumbling one house away, I dashed out with my hair still dripping from the shower in half pulled on track pants. I did a victory leap on the driveway seconds before the disgruntled garbage guys pulled up. A small triumph to start the morning off right.

Then I saw this on the Bust website. I would like to start all of my mornings feeling like this.

It is going to be a good day.

It is the first long weekend of the summer, and Toronto has it’s first heat advisory of the season. It may seem a little unusual then, that I would be spending the day cooking dishes featuring hearty root vegetables: Spanish potatoes, barley and split pea stew.

My sister was aghast when I spoke to her on the phone, “Isn’t it 100 degrees in Toronto today? Who the hell eats stew in the summer?”

The truth is, I’m doing penance for sins committed at my birthday dinner.

Years ago I gave up eating meat. It just felt right to me. I call it my no cute law, and declared that I would no longer eat anything cute. I can’t take a high and mighty stance because I still wear leather shoes, eat honey and don’t believe the bees are being exploited, and I do enjoy seafood from time to time. Lately, however, fish have been looking cute to me. I was contemplating saying good bye.

Then The Sweetie and I went out for a posh dinner for my birthday. There were no vegetarian options so I ordered the sole. As the waiter presented my plate he began to explain how the fish was particularly special since it was frozen alive. The Sweetie quickly cut him off, “That isn’t a selling point for her, you’d better stop right there.”

All I could think of was the happily swimming fish, yanked from his watery home and frozen alive. I had visions of the scene from The Empire Strikes Back, when Han Solo is frozen in carbonite to be delivered to Jabba the Hut. I was Jabba, with that flicking lascivious tongue and lumpy body, waiting for my bounty to be delivered.

I was disturbed. You would think that such visions would be enough to diminish my appetite but I think the live freezing made my fish extra succulent. It was delicious.

Post birthday, I am back on the vegetarian train. I will cook my barley and potatoes over a hot stove during a heat wave and do my penance.

1. Feel relieved that I got turning 40 out of the way last year
2. Start dreading turning 45
3. Realize that I didn’t fulfill any of my secret plans for the year
4. Rejoice that I didn’t share my secret list so that I don’t feel like an underachiever
5. Feel like an underachiever anyway
6. Briefly feel depressed and wish I was a Type A personality who would actually get things done
7. Comfort myself that I would probably be stressed all the time if I was a Type A
8. Realize that half the time I am comparing myself to people who’s lives I wouldn’t want anyway
9. Stare at my belly roll and fear that I am getting middle aged spread
10. Feel bitter that I am supposed to eat less as I age when I still have the appetite of a teenage boy
11. Kick myself for worrying about petty things when I should have accepted myself by now
12. Feel superficial and vain
13. Try to think of something deep to contemplate on my birthday
14. Come up with nothing
15. Worry that I am developing a dowager hump
16. Take stock of the year and concentrate on my accomplishments
17. Think for a really long time and feel hard pressed to come up with anything
18. Briefly feel depressed again
19. Regret that I didn’t backpack through Europe before I started university
20. Wonder how travel to India, Thailand, Istanbul and spending the winter in Mexico fits with my goal to get out of debt
21. Look at celebrities in their forties and compare myself to them
22. Consider starting a botox fund
23. Hope that I won’t succumb to injections and end up looking like the Joker
24. Feel bad that I am critical of other women and their choices when we should all be part of the sisterhood
25. Wonder if I should go back to the Zen Buddhist temple for spiritual guidance and group meditation
26. Remember that I hate group activities
27. Feel proud that Buddha was also a Taurus
28. Realize that feeling smug about sharing a sign with Buddha probably isn’t very Buddhist
29. Wonder about my life’s purpose
30. Plan to go for a psychic reading
31. Feel like a flake for wanting a psychic reading
32. Wish that I could get my astrological chart done but realize my parents have always been very vague about my time of birth
33. Wonder if my sister is right and I really was adopted
34. Say a brief thank you for the wonderful family and friends I have in my life
35. Give myself a high-five for nabbing The Sweetie
36. Reiterate my belief that so long as I have love, true connection and health, I have it all
37. Feel like I am spouting platitudes
38. Don’t care if I am cliched, feel lucky anyway
39. Consider going for therapy
40. Get bored of myself
41. Start secret list of everything I will accomplish by the time I am fifty