“School is out at last,

Now we’ll have a blast!”

Immortal words as far as I’m concerned.  I think Gregg Christoffersen penned them when we were in sixth grade.  They still go through my mind when we get to the end of May, and the meaning continues to evolve.  Now, the “blast” revolves around two granddaughters rather than a carefree summer!

We started this summer with backpacks and “stuff” all over the floor as they came in the backdoor. Chaos reigned!  It was a quick reminder to me that if we were going to survive the next three months, we needed some ground rules…commonly referred to as daily chores.  And so, the lists were made.

Lists have a way of keeping me focused.  Now days if I don’t have a list nothing gets done.  I’m not sure if that is a consequence of memory lapse or just being easily distracted.  In fact, there are times I have Alexa start a timer and by the time the timer goes off, I’ve forgotten what I was timing.  Luckily, I have a list I can reference.

So, this summer as you prepare to have a blast make a list.  Keep the ratio two to one; that’s two blasts to one dud:  pickleball, breakfast, laundry.  Due to our station in life, we will revise Gregg’s immortal words just a bit:  

“The Good Life’s here at last,

Now we’ll have a blast!”