The summer where I lived was relatively cool, which I don’t mind! But this week, it’s been mid 30’s every day, so it’s like we’ve gotten one last kick at the can. My daughter can fill and tie off water balloons all by herself- which means that she’s taking the chore part of water balloons and taking care of it so all I have to do is whip balloons at my kids. Good times!
It’s cold where you’re going, I hope that your heart’s always warm! Points to you if you know the song and as you read that, it started playing in your head. There’s a special place in my heart for whiny 2000’s emo. Maybe you share that particular brand of nostalgia?
All good things must come to an end! But every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end, which means the end is where you begin, and I’m running out of songs to quote. I am looking forward to the fall, but I will definitely miss the pace of sabbatical. I feel very rested, so mission accomplished.
Yesterday, cultus lake was an interesting experience. We usually go to maple bay, which is the beach furthest from the entrance to the park, which is usually the least populated even during the busy weekends. …This was not the case yesterday.
It’s hard to relax and read a book when there are several different groups of children playing sports HARD a meter away from where your 8 month old daughter is sitting. And! and it’s not like we set up our picnic beside sports that were already going! Nope, they looked at the ENTIRE open field and decided, “Next to that baby will be a good place to play sports”. AND, they were all just young enough to not be able to control where the ball/frisbee/botche/anything were going. RELAXING INDEED!
I guess this is how I turn into an old curmudgeon of a man. I EMBRACE IT. GET OFF MY LAWN.