Earlier this evening, after doing a little housework, showering and finally enjoying a little down time with Lisa and our furkids, I took a glance at my calendar and realized it was nearing the end of August. I had come across subtle reminders, prior to this evening, indicating the transition from summer to fall was just around the corner. While running errands over the past week or so, we've spotted Halloween candy on the store shelves and a few Christmas (true story) items on display.
For some unknown reason, as I gazed at the calendar, this discovery teetered on the line of a harsh in-your-face reality check. I guess this is what happens when you come up for air every once in a while.
There were several contributing factors to this epiphany...
1. I have yet to take a feet-in-the-beach-sand selfie. Okay, so that sounds a bit petty however, at least once a summer we walk the beach in search of shells and sea glass. I pack a lunch. Lisa sits under the beach umbrella. I bask in the sun for a little too long. We people watch. By mid-afternoon we head home. Later that night we compare tan lines.
2. I can count on one hand how many times our grill has been fired up. That's not nearly enough. Although there's nothing stopping us from grilling in the fall and early winter, we all know grilled food tastes better in during the summer months. It's like apple pie tasting better during the fall season. Certain foods pair better with specific months. That's just how it is.
3. Retailers are getting obnoxious with "shop early" marketing schemes. I've been in marketing, both old school and digital, for a little over 15 years and I understand the ins and outs. Retailers want to make money. People shop early. I get it. However, there's a fine line between acceptable and down right absurd. Back to school shit hitting the shelves July 5th? Halloween candy on the shelves mid-August? Nope. Go away.
4. Spreading the biscuit love isn't a Monday through Friday thing nor do we halt biscuit activity at 5 pm. Take today for example. It's Sunday. We loaded the car with bags o' biscuits and visited 2 shelters to deliver the crunchy love. We didn't get home until late afternoon. During the week, deliveries are made after 3 pm when Lisa gets out of work. Sometimes she travels alone. Other times I accompany her. Most times, we don't get home much before 6 or 7. Every other Saturday we travel to Hardcore Sweet Cupcakes to restock our display. On the way home we visit the sweet shelter babies in Bethlehem. Both of these locations are a good distance away and this eats up about 7 hours of our day. It's well worth it. It gets busy here. Biscuits are baked on the overnight. Days overlap. Weeks go by extremely fast.
By no means am I complaining. It has been an amazing almost-one-year for so many reasons. Spreading the Bodacious Biscuit Love, visiting the shelter babies, launching fundraisers to assist shelters with restocking their supplies, establishing a community of like-minded people, getting acquainted with the ACO's, meeting new people, etc...it's all been a remarkable journey. We have no regrets. If that means a summer without a feet-in-the-sand selfie, than so be it.
I can always reflect back on previous feet-in-the-sand selfies.