Summer planning

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

Warm Summer Sun by Mark Twain

I have had my mind on summer for the last two weeks. Up until very recently, I looked with dread on summer. That was mostly because I was raised in Louisiana, where summertime is a sweaty soup. But now I see summer for what it is, an all too brief passing through a kind of paradise. Unless you live in NYC. Or anywhere in the southern half of the United States, that is.

Some summer goals:

Shakespeare in the Park (Virtual ticketing has made this a possibility, even though it isn't really a possibility. But, you know, maybe.)
Broadway play (Why are my first two things live theater related?)
Picnic in some park, likely Hecksher State or some nearby no name park that I've never been to.
Have at least one mint julep (being stretched out on a chaise lounge in a flouncy white dress may or may not be involved)
Increase my time at both the pool and the beach
Visit the beach and swim somewhere near Barcelona
Visit the Montauk lighthouse and cut open my shoes on the jagged rocks since I do that every time I go there
Eat exactly one hot dog
Visit the space needle while avoiding Starbucks in Seattle when I go to a conference later this year


I'm certain I'll add to this list eventually. I enjoy planning for the summer months especially on intensely grim afternoons like this.