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Quotidian events
Yes, well, I’m still alive and enjoying my summer far more than should be legal. I’m way past the point of bitterly complaining about the rain that still falls. In fact, after reading the latest long-range winter forecast, I’m reveling in the thought that I don’t have to shovel rain. So, yes, summer has much to recommend itself to me and I’m enjoying it to the hilt. I’m sure that if the government knew that people could have such fun being so thoroughly mundane, they’d find a way to tax it to death. I’m just enjoying my lad being home, reading library books as fast as I can get my hands on them, cooking good eats and eating good cookin’, and keeping the yard work up to date. I look out my windows and think, “Gosh, it looks nice out there.” Anyone who knows me, understands that this isn’t something I say lightly. It does look nice out in my yard and I’ve worked hard to make it so. So has the lad. Thank goodness for youthful vigor.
As a matter of fact, the young maidens in the neighborhood (the ones over the age of 13, but still under 16), have decided that my lad’s youthful vigor is simply awesome. When he goes out to do yard work with me or for me, the grapevine jangles and before you you know it, there are three or four young ladies hiding behind the large evergreen shrub in the side front yard. Regardless of time of day, they bring their cell phones along as props and pretend as though they’ve stopped to talk on their phones, while peering out from behind the large evergreen shrub to see if they can catch a glimpse of the lad. Lots of giggling ensues, of course.
He, naturally, thinks this is mildly humorous. Although he did mention, “if I were to look at them cross-eyed and their fathers caught me, I’d be doing hard time or worse. They don’t get that they’re totally off limits, do they?” Well, no. Little girls’ minds don’t operate that way. Young girls are the center of the universe and they hope, pray, believe with all their might, that men the lad’s age will perform heroic acts of romanticism in their name. Simple as that. And you know, I’ve been there, done that a long time ago.
Nevertheless, it astonishes him that he is interesting enough to warrant such attention. Don’t they like boys their own age, for crying out loud?
Um. Not if there is something better (older, more mature) available in the neighborhood.
I suggested that he go out and make their day. Just take the dog for a little walk up and down the street and stop to say hello and pass the time of day. He thought that was a doable project. Mackenzie was more than happy to comply. He stopped just briefly to say, “Good afternoon, ladies. It’s a beautiful day, don’t you think?” He gave them a dazzling smile and continued on. That’s all. I got to listen to the young ladies after the lad wandered off up the street...while I did yard work...they didn’t notice me at all. It was comical. Lots of squeals and “OMG, OMG, OMG. He’s so cuuuute.”
There are some things that haven’t changed a bit since I was that age. Truly. It really does make me smile.
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Too funny!
And I do not want to click on that weather link. Especially now that we have decided to stay here. Sigh. I know I will though. I am sick and twisted like that.
OMG, I mentioned your idea to E and he was all over it. I just casually said something because I thought he wouldn’t think much of it lol. Sometimes I don’t think I deserve that man. Tell you when I talk to you.
No, no, no! I reeeaaally should not have read the forecast.
OMG! My girls would do the same thing with the boy next store!
Truth!! And I do remember those days.....made me smile, too. Of course, I would smile even more if you would get back to blogging more as well. LOL
J, what happened, why aren’t you moving? Now what do Kate and I do during yet another miserable winter (and yes, ALL the predictors and predictions say it will be). We were planning - independently - on camping out on your front lawn...DAMN.
Kate, I am feeling the need to blog again...sporadically anyway. Any suggestions as to where to start? Don’t want to spend a ton of money and am only marginally more savvy then I was way back when.......
Cyn, I was starting to think that maybe you disappeared! Either that or you sneaked off to Hawaii again 
We just decided that it just wasn’t the time right now to move. Things where just not meshing together to make us comfortable about the move.
I am disappointed but, I will get over it. Now I can just swear, stamp my feet and whine to E all winter that I want to go home to CA when the snow comes and I am out there shoveling it. He is forewarned and prepared!
I would love to have snuck off to Hawaii again..next year for sure. Something about spending thousands and thousands and thousands on a new kitchen seem to be the reason I am still here. Some people just are no fun at all. LOL Oh well, I will whine about HI while you whine about CA. I hate NE except for about two months out of the year. absolutely hate it and cannot understand why I am still here. Whine, whine, whine, already I am starting!
SOrry you will be stuck here but like the song says, ya gotta know when to hold them and when to fold them and it sounds as if you made a wise decision for now, anyway!!
Where is our mutual friend......has she run off to Linkmeister in Hawaii??
Are you on Facebook?? If so, if you want, you can “friend me” - Cynthia Boice Stoltz............;)
No, I haven’t run off anywhere. Have enjoyed the previous 4 days of perfect weather. Oh my, it was grand, wasn’t it?
I felt autumn in the air today. It was almost overpowering. It’s not that I’m not ready for it exactly, although I’m not ready for what comes after it. Still, it was striking how much the air smelled and felt like autumn today. And I really liked it. It stirred some deep primal place in me. I must be an autumn person.
Except after winter. Then I’m definitely a Spring person. I’m fickle.
I’ll be back to blogging around about the beginning of September. I needed an extended time away. Lately I’ve found myself thinking, “I have to blog about that.” That’s a sign. I’m about ready to start again. I think I’ll change the wallpaper and start talking your ears off again soon.
J and I also have a couple of irons in the fire. It might even be blog worthy in a couple of months. Maybe. 
She may not be happy about another winter here, but I’m quite ecstatic, lemme tell you. Sorry, J, but I am. Deal. 
Brat. 
I have been working on mine the past few days. Hoping I can get back into it again. How the heck did six months go by? Need to change a couple small things on it tho.
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