Carpe Aestas

 

How is it already August? Wherefore went July?

Is it only me who feels like summer's flying by?

I have not been swimming in the ocean, even once;

Haven't been up to the mountains...  What am I? A dunce?

There are gorgeous beaches less than 40 miles away,

Or a pretty inn in Woodstock where we like to stay.

Why then am I sitting here and writing stupid rhymes?

I should be at Michael's drinking G&Ts with limes.

I don't have a good excuse for sitting here at home.

Need to stop procrastinating; book my trip to Rome,

Grab a bathing suit and get my fanny to the beach...

Carpe diem...  Time to go and practice what I preach.

PSU Freshmen Orientation (Update)

My trip down memory lane leads through Franconia Notch.

Just got back from Plymouth State and, 'though I didn't stay,

And although New Hampshire's sky was overcast and gray;

'though my plans for where to spend the night had fallen through;

'though my son kept ditching me for something else to do,

Staff and students at the school were helpful, fun and kind.

Made us all feel welcome and their speaker was a find.

He helped me to realize - this trip was for my son,

And his mother's presence stood between the kid and fun.

If he felt obliged to hang with me he might miss out

On the whole experience the visit was about.

He'd already met new friends, seemed settled in, and so

It became apparent it was time for me to go.

Hugged and kissed my son good-bye and drove North on Route 3,

All the way to where New Hampshire's Old Man used to be.

Went back to The Woodstock Inn...  It's changed in 30 years;

Still an inn but now it's mostly famous for its beers.

I got back to P.S.U. for Thursday's barbeque

And remain convinced that leaving was the thing to do.

My son had an "awesome time" and, now, can hardly wait

'til the day his college life begins at Plymouth State.