Lazy, Hazy Days of Summer?

Not too sure how lazy these days will be... The older I get, the busier I feel. Maybe it is because my stamina is not as great as it used to be. Maybe it's the hectic, everyday work schedule I follow that eats up my energy. I feel nothing though, in the way of LAZY. I remember as a kid, waking up early on an already hot summer day, getting on my bicycle and pedaling through the neighborhood before the noises of a full play day began. Riding through the quiet streets, hearing the locust chatter away announcing another hot and humid day was envigorating to me. I remember as my children got to that same age, waking up before them, and sitting on a quiet screened in porch, enjoying a cup of coffee. One by one they would greet me, and sit for a few minutes before their already-made plans stretched open the day. Chores, and gathering supplies and snacks together for a day at the lake. Packing the car with food and floats and bodies for our daily trek. Baseball playoffs and soccer games and practices. Now, I miss those mornings of quietness: no time for coffee on the porch that no longer exists, no time for a quiet morning on the patio. It is grabbing a briefcase and coffee mug, jumping into the car for my daily commute. Saturday and Sunday are "catch-up"days. Do the laundry, clean the house, do the grocery shopping, and try desparately to have 15 minutes of down time. Now my grandkids have that luxury. They can sleep in, play in the pool, contact their friends, or sit quietly reading an attention-grabbing book. What happened to my lazy days of summer? I guess they are really the 'dog-days of summer'. Beaux seems like the only one who has the time for the laziness in the heat of the day to catch up with her. Me? I find little time to be free. Even vacation days are fillled with chores and have-tos. That is why I savor the stolen minutes I have to give or get a hug, sip quietly on a lukewarm cup of coffee or watch the clouds. Maybe that's where I am now.. in the hazy days. Days that slip into weeks and months: the years just blur past. Life is good.. but nowhere do I see time for laziness.