My blog will not be an update week-by-week about the Summer Wish List, promise.
However, this week I got to squeeze the nephews (road trip with daughter to Jamaica Plain). I watched The Kids Are All Right (predictably, I loved it). We’ve hung out at Tuesday Market. I’ve sent some mail, including a postcard of kissing to my longest running of mail friends (20+ years, basically all postcards of kisses). I’ve cleared more stuff out and tossed used jar lids and labeled the unused ones for the next jamming session. I’ve even begun the email purge project. A couple of bedtimes went smoothly (and a couple—cough—SO did NOT). In other words, we’re in summer mode with a zillion play opportunities and I’ve already missed a camp orientation (go, me, but also orientation for day camp?).
I got to pick (a very few) strawberries the day before the nighttime deluge with my assistants in strawberry eating in the strawberry patch, Saskia and Ione. Note to locals: the strawberry Goberry this week has local strawberries. It’s off the hook good.
Because this week my dear hubby is away (rare book librarians in Vegas, go figure) I really didn’t try to get much done in the way of work, and that’s not my favorite way to be often but in fact, it’s been better than expected. Two kids are eating toast with cinnamon sugar. I guess it’s on track, this summer thing.
