Monday, June 27, 2011

Summer

Summer is . . . a perpetual to-do list, tennis lessons, baseball practice, continual "I'm bored"s, pajamas until noon, daily flies buzzing around indoors, endless wailing and gnashing of teeth--it's simply glorious.

Somehow, I remember summers differently when I was a kid.

Now, more often than not, I feel like an upside-down-turtle unable to right myself and keep going  . . . kind of like my little apprentice.

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