You know when you dive into a pool and swim underwater as far as you can until you can’t possibly swim another stroke and you come up gasping for air, not sure at all of where the walls are or whether you can touch or if you’re still alive and you and you can’t even open your eyes to figure it out because of all the chlorine? That’s what summer has felt like so far. I dove in last week and have popped up in some other week and I’m not sure if it’s the beginning or the middle or the end, or what those words even mean anymore. Like, I can do the math and see that the kids have been out of school for 10 days, but I have been to another planet for most of that time and am not sure how long a day is anymore. Yellowstone is, after all, a different planet. Maybe it has that effect on everyone.
I won’t do the math to figure out how many days are left of summer because no number could be big enough for me to be okay with.
Gah! Now I have to take a big, messy, hilarious, other-worldly, mind-bending, life changing vacation and turn it into a neat little blog post?
I give up. I can’t do it.
I’m just going to do it quick. Don’t blink because here it comes now, my Yellowstone blog post:
I left. Saw some cool stuff. Came back.
There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?
Oh, you want a photo too?
And that’s a rap.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Can someone remind me how to turn the stove on?!
