I don’t know where summer went this year. Certainly it was plenty hot for a good stretch of time in our neck of the woods. So I was aware that summer was out there somewhere.
But I certainly feel like I missed great chunks of it.
There was, of course, Mom Camp. That was fun and educational. No. Really. It was.
And then there was the National Institute on Genealogical Research which was also fun and exhausting and even more educational and exhausting and enlightening and, did I mention, exhausting?
Really. It was, too.
And a good time was had by all – my daughter, my daughter-in-law and the Glowkid who is now 11, which I find hard to believe.
And then there was the deluge. 15” of rain in 12 hours in late July. Yikes.
We didn’t float away, but the back slope behind our yard did. Or at least the part of it that received the run-off from our neighbor’s recently built garage.
The rest of summer seems to have been spent with me doing another of April Kihlstrom’s wonderful Book-in-a-Week experiences (got half of my next one finished) and my husband, The Prof, repairing the slope ice-cream-bucket by ice-cream-bucket, carving terraces into it so that now we have our very own Macchu Picchu. It is seriously impressive.
Yesterday and today he was packing the terraced wall so firmly that there are hand and knuckle prints in it. I told him we needed some art work – a painting or two on the side of it to flummox the archaeologists of the 22nd century. I suggested he put in a dinosaur, a bison and the NBC peacock for variety.
And now it is almost labor day. The kids are all back in school. And I have a book to finish. Hopefully I’ll get it done by the end of the month.
Just wanted to touch base now. I have a few more things to say – and a wonderful dog to remember – in future posts. I’ll be back. I just didn’t want you to think I’d completely dropped off the face of the earth.
How was your summer? Or winter if you are so situated?
