Isn’t it always like this toward the end of the school year? Stuff starts happening, blogs begin to suffer.
The sun has come out in full force, and for many days straight. I asked another mom after school today, “Dare we hope summer might actually be here?” She replied, “No way! The June Gloom is coming.”
Oh, that’s right. June isn’t historically the prettiest month in Seattle. (July and August, though? ”Nice” is an understatement.)
So, I’ve been rowing. (And flipping, treading water, climbing back in. You may thank me now for the lack of a Bruises Aimee Has Gained slideshow.) Rowing is ever so pleasant in sunny weather. I’ve even been remembering my sun block.
Yesterday, I spent an hour fixing up the deck. It’s been swept, and the table and chairs scrubbed. I’m out here now on the netbook.
Wireless networks are cool.
I was inspired to get this outdoor room habitable after Mom and Dad moved into their new place last week. They have the most excellent patio, and sitting out there with them is pure heaven. Patio Envy is dangerous, man. I have plans for this place.
It turns out, we have giant lilac trees on the other side of the yard. I can smell them from here, but they’re so tall, I’d need a ladder to harvest the blooms.
I’m rambling, I know. I don’t think I’ll even go back and edit. *gasp* I’m feeling positively rebellious.
The other thing – besides blogging – to suffer this time of year? Dinner. Planning, shopping, prepping…it’s all falling to the side. And, of course, there’s that part of me (my conscience?) saying, “If you have time to sit out here and blog, why don’t you have time to go to the grocery store?”
Touché, conscience. You have a point. But my son just came outside to sit with me in the sunshine, and this seems much more important than wasting time in some silly store.





























