We’ve hit the halfway point in summer.Five weeks of summer vacation have passed, there are only five more to go.
That got me thinking about this A. A. Milne poem I loved as a kid.
Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where i sit.
there isn’t any
i’m not at the bottom,
i’m not at the top;
so this is the stair
Halfway up the stairs
And it isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery,
It isn’t in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn’t really
It’s somewhere else
It comes from When We Were Very Young a book my Grandma Gillespie gave my sister and I and there is just something about that poem, and the illustration by Ernest Shepard, that spoke to my heart. And still does.
There is a contentment there, which I am feeling these days. My summer routines are clearly established. My pace of life has slowed “And all sorts of funny thoughts / Run round my head”.
The thing about this second half is that, in about two and a half weeks, I begin going back. I have my first back to school meetings on August 6th and 7th.
But I’m not ready to think too hard about August yet. I’ll just leave you with this.