This feels like the first week all summer that I have actually experienced leisure. I can’t believe it’s taken two and half months to get here. But for the last 5 days or so, we really haven’t had anything to do. No obligations. No big plans. We’ve pretty much checked off all of the summer-y things that we look forward to in February. The boys are sick of the pool. They’ve already had a hugely successful lemonade stand. They’ve had sleepovers with their cousins, spontaneous trips for ice creams, an occasional movie on a rainy day, bike rides, beach days, playdates.
And so we just hung out. The weather has been perfect – hot in the sun, cooler in the shade. Perfect for playing in the yard or taking a scooter down the hill of our driveway at high speeds. We are lazy and easy. It is a week where the boys have maybe even gotten a little bored. It has maybe even flashed through their little minds that going back to school may not be so bad after all. (Trust me, this thought, like a gleaming beacon of hope, has flashed through my mind a few weeks earlier.)
Sure, there are things ahead of us: Another week on Lake Michigan with all of my brothers and sisters and their families. Some back-to-school errands. Labor Day cookouts. But we don’t have to pack yet. Or shop for food yet. We can take our time. And this is the best time of all.
Leisure. I’ve even had enough time to look up the word: The use of free time for enjoyment. In an unhurried manner. Opportunity afforded by free time to do something. It even gave this example: writers with enough leisure to practice their art. Well you don’t have to hit me over the head with a definition to get me busy. I pinched some pots. I took clay outside and pinched. I visited with my mom and pinched. I pinched on the sly, with intent, just for fun. I have dabbled and played.
Things are so different when the days stretch ahead of you without constraint. I think everyone should be faced with nothing to do every now and again. A week of leisure and my dreams have expanded. I am dreaming up schemes and visions of how to market myself. Who will buy my pinch pots? Where will I sell them? I have a gallery that represents me in Chelsea Michigan, but I am making A LOT of pinch pots. After a few leisurely days, I am thinking bigger. I have ideas. This is the beauty (and the danger?) of a week of leisure. Sometimes doing nothing, sitting at home at the tail end of summer with your kids playing within earshot (but not too close), sometimes that is the best vacation of all.