Things are brewing here--and I'm not talking about coffee. We've got one week left of summer break and then everything changes.
It's weird to sit in this holding pattern, but there you have it. No sense in starting new projects or routines when things are about to change. We killed some time at a water park in the Dells. The boys are mad for this giant wave pool and we're all tall enough to go on the roller coasters and go-carts now. Plus, people watching at a Wisconsin water park is pretty entertaining. The thing that struck me most last week was how less than 20% of the population had any discernible muscle tone. I'm not talking about people's weight, I'm talking about the pure flabbiness of so many arms and legs, on bodies large and small. It got me thinking that people's diet habits are less of an issue than their lack of exercise. You'll find great amounts of evidence of our sedentary society at a water park.
Mr. D and I went to a lovely wedding reception and visited with old friends. We even cut a rug on the dance floor because we're too damn old to care what the young kids think and we're too young to remain seated at the tables sipping decaf. The decorations were inspired and earthy, including these wonderful coasters made out of cut tree branches. That had to be the best party favor I've ever scored at a wedding. And we also heard the best maid of honor speech ever, the bride's twin sister delivered a hilarious and brilliant toast with magnificent comic timing and an accent so broad you could have mistaken her for a Yooper. No kidding.
I've cleaned out a closet or two, organized years 1994-1999 in the photo albums and picked a pile of tomatoes and a peck of peppers (unpickled). I've read 3 books and started a 4th. I'm refereeing fights between bored brothers and flat out of patience with their lack of imagination. It's an antsy feeling, knowing the bigger things I'd like to be doing but waiting until school starts. Spill it, reader. Anyone else get the jitters during the final weeks of summer vacation?
It's weird to sit in this holding pattern, but there you have it. No sense in starting new projects or routines when things are about to change. We killed some time at a water park in the Dells. The boys are mad for this giant wave pool and we're all tall enough to go on the roller coasters and go-carts now. Plus, people watching at a Wisconsin water park is pretty entertaining. The thing that struck me most last week was how less than 20% of the population had any discernible muscle tone. I'm not talking about people's weight, I'm talking about the pure flabbiness of so many arms and legs, on bodies large and small. It got me thinking that people's diet habits are less of an issue than their lack of exercise. You'll find great amounts of evidence of our sedentary society at a water park.
Mr. D and I went to a lovely wedding reception and visited with old friends. We even cut a rug on the dance floor because we're too damn old to care what the young kids think and we're too young to remain seated at the tables sipping decaf. The decorations were inspired and earthy, including these wonderful coasters made out of cut tree branches. That had to be the best party favor I've ever scored at a wedding. And we also heard the best maid of honor speech ever, the bride's twin sister delivered a hilarious and brilliant toast with magnificent comic timing and an accent so broad you could have mistaken her for a Yooper. No kidding.
I've cleaned out a closet or two, organized years 1994-1999 in the photo albums and picked a pile of tomatoes and a peck of peppers (unpickled). I've read 3 books and started a 4th. I'm refereeing fights between bored brothers and flat out of patience with their lack of imagination. It's an antsy feeling, knowing the bigger things I'd like to be doing but waiting until school starts. Spill it, reader. Anyone else get the jitters during the final weeks of summer vacation?