Since Labor Day has come and gone, the summer is unofficially over. So how did I do with all the little projects I hoped to immerse myself in? Not very well, it turns out.
I read The Hunger Games trilogy in a short period of time, but those were the last books I read. I started an Elmore Leonard novel but didn't get very far in it. The TV series on DVD that I hoped to catch up on didn't find their way into the player except for a few episodes.
I started the summer sitting on one of my balconies, enjoying being outside, and watching the birds. Somewhere along the line I got too busy and that fell by the wayside. I really should do some of that this fall.
Where did all that time go? What did I do with it? I'm not entirely sure, although I'm guessing that work and exercise took up a significant part of it.
While the summer went much too quickly and wasn't filled with some of the media I'd hoped to consume, I certainly can't complain about how the season turned out. There were trips to D.C., New York, Cincinnati, Dayton, Ann Arbor, and my parents' new home. I saw a fair number of baseball games and two Broadway plays. I attended concerts of some favorites who don't get here often but came nearby twice and saw a Beatle for the first time.
And in less than 48 hours I'll be in Toronto. What a way for fall to unofficially begin.