Even though it’s still 90 degrees where I live, my summer is officially over. I know this because I’m setting my alarm again and no longer watching episodes of Friday Night Lights until 2 in the morning. And I know it’s over because I’m thinking about lesson plans and seating charts rather than what book I should read next or where I should go for ice cream. The end of summer also brings an end to my hiatus from this blog. I haven’t yet figured out what weekly posts I’ll be doing, but I’m kicking off the start to a new blog year with a story from summer. Enjoy.
There are certain moments in life that will never be forgotten. Snapshots that will never fade or disappear despite the passing years. Some of these moments involve a white dress and an aisle. Others involve a hospital room and a crying newborn. I’ve yet to walk down the aisle or birth a child, but I have collected several of these unforgettable moments and have stored them in the parts of my brain where they’ll never collect dust. The most recent of these moments happened this summer while I was in Alaska. It involved neither a husband nor a baby, but rather… a sewage tank. Continue reading