This weekend epitomized summer.

There was a beer, bourbon and bacon fest that was attended which meant lots of boozing in the sun with friends, delicious bbq consumed afterwards and a stop at a local ice cream joint to cap the day off, an 8pm walk around the neighborhood with the pup in flip flops and 30 minutes spent outside on the deck pitting cherries.

Normally, that last one would make me all itchy with impatience. I don’t have a cherry pitter and spending 30 minutes on something like that can easily be seen as a waste of time.

Except, this time, instead of being annoyed that I was standing over my sink pitting cherries while the sun shined (shone? that’s a grammar one I’ll never get straight) bright outside, I took the bowl, cutting board and knife outside and decided to enjoy the downtime.

Meanwhile, the neighbor kids rode back and forth and back and forth and back and forth our lawn on their motorized Harley looking dirt bike contraption severely testing my ability to savor the outdoor cherry pitting.

But, a few deep breaths and forcing myself to remember what it was like to be 10 and fresh out of school for the summer put those stabby old lady thoughts aside.