Today is the longest day of the summer. Knowing that has made me want to plan out my precious minutes of extra sunshine to use them fully, squeezing out every last drop of productivity and pleasure.


Today is the longest day of the summer. Knowing that has made me want to plan out my precious minutes of extra sunshine to use them fully, squeezing out every last drop of productivity and pleasure.

Having a deadline and needing to submit this column ahead of time meant that some pre-summer solstice scheduling was in order. Here’s what I settled on accomplishing.

Waking up at my normal time: 4:30 a.m. and eventually watching the sunrise from my porch, while enjoying a full pot of coffee all to myself.

Next, I’ll put in three to four hours of work from my home office before driving to Joplin for another four hours’ worth. It’s funny how when I got the opportunity to choose my latest career path I went into high gear on the hours. I truly love what I do and never begrudge a moment spent working for a client.

While driving back and forth to Joplin, I plan to listen to a complete Andreas Vollenweider harp album. (Oh yeah – this 46-year-old knows how to party.) The tough decision will be choosing which album, so I may just end up making Vollenweider my summer solstice background music.

Today is also national vanilla milkshake day. That seems appropriate. Summer’s longest day would be a waste without some connection to ice-cream. I’m probably not going the full fat ice-cream route, but it’s nice to have a dream.

I’m going to try and fake the boys out; making them think there’s some sort of odd tradition making it inappropriate for “moms” to cook today, that it’s their responsibility. I’ll see if they’ll buy that there’s a supposed correlation between the incidents of mothers frazzled from cooking duties somehow washing their football workout pants and jerseys into a lovely shade of pink. Veiled threat? I think not. Let’s simply call it keen negotiating skills.

There needs to be a healthy intake of local produce today. I keep hearing the blackberries are thick and delicious this year. So I’ll be on the hunt and I’m not above paying for some. Purchasing my blackberries seems like a good way to avoid chiggers, which I’ve also heard are plentiful this year and finding all humans especially delicious.

I love a good celebration and extra hours of sunshine seem like as good a reason as any. So today I’ll be practicing living the advice of Francis Xavier, to “be great in little things.”  Feel free to join in. Here comes the sun!

Lori Marble writes a weekly column for the Daily News.