Wednesday, July 1, 2009


Is it July? Really? I'm not quite sure I'm ready for this. That means Vacation- I'm so ready for that, but it also means 12 hours to get there (and I'm trying, trying to be ready for that, short of addictive stimulants or depressants).

It means heat. And early sun, and late sun. Mmm. I love sun at 5 a.m. and 9 p.m. - but I also like my kiddos to go to bed once in a while. Dilemma.

July means little people in slippery plastic pools.

It means popsicles melted on every piece of clothing.

It means really great arrangements of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" that make me cry (but mostly on the inside).

It means parades, which I love despite the throwing of cheap candy.

It means waterguns - big, bad ones.


It means reading in the sun til I get too hot, and then moving under a tree.

July means that yummy smell of fireworks - that smoke and sulfur combo that makes my skin tingle.

Barbecues. Watermelons. Homemade ice cream. More watermelons. And more ice cream.

Maybe I'm ready after all.


  1. July means vacation for me, too! I'm on a plane for Bear Lake on Friday night and I can't wait to hurry up and do NOTHING.

  2. Such mental images you create here with so few words. Mmm...I'm craving watermelon now.


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