SLOW DOWN. I am refusing to acknowledge that today is July 1st. It cannot be possible. Unfeasible. Maddening. Why?
I worked at a campground for many summers of my life. The perfect summer job (except for cleaning the bathrooms – could have done without that). July 4th weekend was our second of three holiday weekends in the summer. It marked the halfway point of the summer for all practical reasons. If today is July 1st (I refuse to admit the truth in the statement.), July 4th is but days away. Summer is nearly half over. Not cool, Father Time, not cool.
July and August. That’s all that remains of my year-long stay in Dawson. Two months. I probably wouldn’t have said so last November, but this year has flown. As I was grinding my coffee beans this morning, so engrossed in the morning routine and familiarity of my life in Dawson, I realized that I hate the thought of uprooting again. The packing. The adjusting. Ick.
The goodbyes. The final evaluations. The leaving.
So, Father Time, if I may, just put in this request? Maybe to feel as if there are a few extra hours in the day. The ability to enjoy my days to the fullest. Extra laughs, learning experiences, and new adventures. A slow, lingering, extended two months. Please?
Sincerely,
Sweet Pea
there's no place like gnome. 
Lindsay,I can totally relate to Father Time making things go way too fast. There is so much to be done before we start school! I hope you have an awesome vacation!JeanetteP.S. You have a coffee grinder?! Would you like to bring it to the apartment this fall? Pretty please?!