When we came home from our Europe trip with a good six weeks before the start of the school year, I thought about making a bucket list of local activities, fun that could only be done in the summer. Beaches to explore, playgrounds to check out; boat rides, lighthouses, amusement parks, etc. But then the renovation happened, and with it, all good intentions got demolished like the hideous floors and the layers of dated wall paper. No matter, I thought. We had a fantastic time on our mega-trip. I’ll plan a bucket list for fall, when the renovation dust will be close to settling, and we’ll have our new household routine done to science.
Wishful thinking. Three weeks into the new season, the peak season for life in New England, and I have no bucket list. We did get the Vachette out apple-picking, a family fall tradition, so that has to count for something. And September was so warm that the trees are reacting as slowly as I am when it comes to making the most of the season.
I asked the Vachette if she would like to do anything fall-related this weekend. Her response: rake up leaves! Unfortunately, there aren’t that many leaves on the ground to rake up yet, but Halloween is nineteen days away, so maybe we are better off focusing on costumes and jack o’lanterns, and maybe we can up our Halloween house decorating game this year. Maybe that’s a better use of my time than brainstorming a fall bucket list that would be easier to achieve next year, when I won’t have to run to tile stores on my weekends.