I'm not trying to brag here, but I must say I LOVE LOVE LOVE summer! Last night I started to think, "Gosh, I can't believe the weekend is almost over" when suddenly I realized, it doesn't matter! Sunday, Tuesday, Friday, Thursday--they're all the same for me during the summer. We've had incredibly temperate weather here lately (knock on wood), requiring no A/C and no furnace. I could do without mosquitos the size of hummingbirds, but we just carry a bottle of repellent wherever we go. We gone for bike rides, walks, swims...it's been fantastic. And it isn't even July yet!
Speaking of going, boy did we "go" today. I added a mile to my running route today (so now I'm back to running 4 miles per outing as I was doing last fall), and then the family took the bikes to Bella's swimming lessons. We have a new trail in the area, and we were anxious to give it a try. We packed a picnic lunch so we could relax after lessons and before hitting the trail again, but the wind switched while we were lounging so we found ourselves bucking the wind on the way home as well. Wow. These 35 year old legs were struggling by the end of the journey.
Tomorrow the girls were invited for a play date, so I will be home ALONE for 2.5 hours. I'm already wondering what I should do. Wait--no, I know the things I should do. I'm wondering what things I WILL/WOULD LIKE to do (which are not at all the same as the things I should do, of course). Hmmm, this is going to require some careful thought.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Here Comes The Rain Again...
...falling on my head like a memory. Falling on my head like a new emotion...
And that emotion is sadness. I'm camping out in the basement tonight with the girls because we're under severe thunderstorm warnings (and some tornado watches and warnings thrown in) until 2am. This is after obscene amounts of rain on Sunday and Monday--rivers, homes, business (ahem--gardens) flooded. It's worse south of us, in the suburbs of Milwaukee, but it's bad enough here for the farmers and folks swimming in their basements. Who would've thought I'd be cheering in a cold front? But I am because that's what will push this huge swath of storms out of the area. A cold font. In June. During my summer break. Time to break out the craft projects, I guess.
Yesterday was my first official day of break, and some girlfriends and I celebrated by going to see Sex and the City in the theatres. It was nice to see the SATC girls again, but I wasn't particularly impressed with the movie itself. Acting, plot, writing--all mostly "eh." And I was never a huge Mr. Big fan, so there were no unfilled fantasties satisfied by the movie. I would have preferred seeing Aidan again. But the dinner and drinks afterwards were a lot of fun. Having to get up 6 hours later in a fog? No so much fun.
This weekend I have five graduation parties plus Fathers Day, of course. I really should start thinking about a good gift for sweet hubby.
And that emotion is sadness. I'm camping out in the basement tonight with the girls because we're under severe thunderstorm warnings (and some tornado watches and warnings thrown in) until 2am. This is after obscene amounts of rain on Sunday and Monday--rivers, homes, business (ahem--gardens) flooded. It's worse south of us, in the suburbs of Milwaukee, but it's bad enough here for the farmers and folks swimming in their basements. Who would've thought I'd be cheering in a cold front? But I am because that's what will push this huge swath of storms out of the area. A cold font. In June. During my summer break. Time to break out the craft projects, I guess.
Yesterday was my first official day of break, and some girlfriends and I celebrated by going to see Sex and the City in the theatres. It was nice to see the SATC girls again, but I wasn't particularly impressed with the movie itself. Acting, plot, writing--all mostly "eh." And I was never a huge Mr. Big fan, so there were no unfilled fantasties satisfied by the movie. I would have preferred seeing Aidan again. But the dinner and drinks afterwards were a lot of fun. Having to get up 6 hours later in a fog? No so much fun.
This weekend I have five graduation parties plus Fathers Day, of course. I really should start thinking about a good gift for sweet hubby.
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