The subject of leisure is a struggle and enigma to me. When I was a child summer was the epitome of leisure. Almost three months with almost zero commitments. It was great being a kid and waking up with nothing to do. The world was my oyster. Soon chores were added, which mucked up my pure joy. Then graduated from school and summer breaks, even with chores or a part time job, were a thing of the past.
As I get closer to retirement I think more about leisure. For decades I have worked and had an occasion day off from work, or a week here or there. The idea of returning to my childhood view of leisure with few commitments is now scary. Too much free time unnerves me.
Summer is still an easier time. Easier to get out, to enjoy events, or just take a walk without bundling up. I tend to wake up earlier due to the sun light. I enjoyed the recent cool air by weeding the garden before the full on heat of the sun kicked in.
Blessed to live in a neighborhood with a pool. Jumping in and cooling off is great. I don’t get people who spend hours there, soaking up sun. Even with sun block I have to be careful not to have a sunburn as a reminder of being at the pool.
Some parts of leisure modify during summer. I enjoy reading. Try to do so all year. But it is nice in the summer to read outside in the cool of the morning or still of the evening.
Seeing people more in summer is great. Enjoyed being at a fireworks display and seeing a crowd. Not common in winter and even when it does happen, like at lighting up the Christmas tree, you can’t physically see people the same way.