To soundful merrymaking! A. & I have spent the past five weekends preparing to put our downtown JC apartment on the market. From the antique white paint to a new bathroom vanity to a custom cut saddle, we are finally done! Here's to selling the one-bedroom before the end of the year. While most expectant couples "nest" in preparation for the arrival of their little one, we are hoping to increase our Bring Home Baby (BHB) funds as we continue to await our child match and anticipate the pick-up time of our three-to-six-year-old. Understanding that the adoption processing fees never seem to come to an end -- immigration application extensions, clearance renewals, homestudy updates, passport renewals and no doubt, more -- the financial preparations and ongoing paperwork outweigh any emotional incubation.
In the meantime, the Indian Summer jamboree includes Saturday fishing with a college mate, C., and N., visiting from Down Under, at Belmar topped off with a late lunch at Klein's Fishery. C. lives in Philly, so we make it a point to connect every few months. C. & I casually strolled the boardwalk from Avon to Spring Lake and back while our men fished. Sadly, the uncharacteristic more than 80-plus-degree sun made for a No Catch day. Nonetheless, we welcomed being outdoors and basked in the art of doing nothing.
Never seems to be any time to do absolutely nothing. It is those moments . . . digging my feet into the warm, wet sand like a mud soak . . . the cool waves of the low tide washing refreshingly over my peds as I wade along the shoreline . . . balmy spots alternating with chilled ones . . . and in the company of an old friend.
Indian Summer's Jamboree
autumn star
in unexpected revelry
out of the wild blue
summery sunshine
bursts into song
