It’s not supposed to happen like this. I just heard geese overhead and the corn isn’t ready yet.
I guess that is pretty much how strange this whole summer has been. Everything seems to be out of the ordinary lately. It makes me think that we are living in some strange times. Does anyone else feel that way?
From the hail during the heat to the long stretch of heat itself, it stunted our gardens. At least we am getting some vegetables as we begin August and I have some realistic looking fake flowers (that even light up!), so all is pretty well.
Last weekend was my husband’s high school reunion and it was nice but not as exciting for me as for him. I had a bet with my wife-of-a-classmate friend that it would take less than an hour before the second grade stories started. You know the ones – the stories that you didn’t live through and can only smile and listen to…for the third time.
I had a goal to meet before the reunion, but like the corn in our garden, the geese showed up before it was ready. (And I didn’t say “geezers” here though I was very tempted.)
The good news is that it didn’t matter that I didn’t reach my exact weight loss goal. That ended up being an experience we all shared.
Without a reunion, the Eagles are forever young, like James Dean. ~ Glenn Frey
It’s the last day of my last child’s school year. I will be posted at the end of the driveway with my camera to take the traditional ‘end of the year’ shot, which I have taken every year for every child. I match it up with their first day of school shot and hope to someday put them all together in chronological order for future meloncholy when I am ‘in the home.’
He isÂ so strange. He isn’t embarassedÂ at all. The girls asked me to hide in the bushes so the kids on the bus wouldn’t see. Imagine my surprise when the bus driver saw me hiding in the bushes, wouldn’t let my daughter off the bus and called the school office to report a strange woman in the bushes so that they would send the police. (She was right I suppose – I am kind of strange.)
When my daughter asked her why the driver was holding her back andÂ the driverÂ told her about me, she said, “Oh,Â that’s just my mom. She always does that kindÂ of stupid stuff.” AÂ little wave and she wasÂ goodÂ toÂ go.
I have one more year of aÂ childÂ in high school left and I plan on savoring it with all my might. I dread the last football season – I pray really hard until it’s over and I can relax – but the good news is that it is the last one. However, I am thinking about nextÂ year’s end and the lastÂ high school graduation: ThereÂ will be tears.
Today, I have my camera ready andÂ with SharpieÂ in hand, IÂ am tryingÂ to ready myself forÂ the stupid and/or disgustingÂ things IÂ willÂ read from the other kidsÂ in his yearbook who think it’s coolÂ to record proof that they are fools for all posterity. I made him blackÂ outÂ a fewÂ choiceÂ words in lastÂ year’s book, mean mother that I am.
“People will frighten you about a graduation…. They use words you don’t hear often: ‘And we wish you Godspeed.” It is a warning, Godspeed.’Â It means you are no longer welcome here at these prices.“Â ~Bill Cosby