  last night turned itself into an impromptu date night- interrupted,  unfortunately,  by another craptastic hockey game that led me to seriously entertain thoughts of quitting,
 until i was reminded that it is the first week of the season,  and perhaps i'm being too hard on myself- that involved a visit to the neighborhood swimming pool ( and i'm not lying when i say that i laughed uncontrollably for the entire hour we were in the water,  because,  for some reason,  everything is funnier at the pool,  especially slapping the surface of the water with that big red noodle)
 and later a cookout with steaks and zucchini and more noodles and a cd he wanted to hear,  and then we sat outside,  still damp,  and talked about the coming weekend,  making plans for fishing and boating and more swimming and cooking out.  and i caught myself in that moment and realized i was happy ,  and more important,  that the night was exactly how summer is supposed to be.
