We were flipping through over 2,500 photos of the Morning Chalkboard, almost eight years of the same board.
But is it really the same?
That is why I can never take a vacation. I have to be in my spot every morning, chalk in hand. What started as a therapeutic hobby has turned into a life’s work.
My guest looked at me and said, “I’m not sure I get it though. I mean, how did you even come up with the idea, they all seem to be the same?”
I told them, “They might all be the same, but each one is different from the rest. You’ve got your bright mornings and your dark afternoons. You have summer light and autumn gray. Weekdays and weekends. Baseball scores, full moons, holiday countdowns, and quotes from mostly dead people.
I always try to draw a smile on the sun and find astonishment in the little things. You know how it goes, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, time creeps at a petty pace.
Speaking of which, we have fifty-one days until the official end of summer vacation. Then we put on the Wayfarers and jump in a Cadillac with a Deadhead sticker, waving bye-bye to another summer.
The rain the past couple nights robbed us of a good view of the Buck Moon, the July full moon. In about 30 days, we will be on the lookout for the Sturgeon Moon. Daylight has slipped under fifteen hours now as we creep into mid-July.
Summertime and the living is easy.
Get your chores done, and have a glass of gusto with a guest today.
