As Dang Julia July came to an end, I considered what my artist child might want to do on her last artist date.
The answer: nothing.
Not a thing.
See, I knew then what is true now—one month later—now that the school year is full swing and there are no free moments. Monday through Friday is full. Friday night is full. All day Saturday is full. Sunday is technically free, but that’s when we catch up on the things we couldn’t get to Monday through Saturday.
So on my last artist date, on which I happened to be alone for most of the day, I did a whole lot of nuthin’. I laid around. I listened to podcasts. I plucked the dying rose petals off my anniversary bouquet. I made a new Pandora station. I watched the Olympics.
Now, exactly four weeks later, I’m glad I did. My artist child needed a lazy summer day.
