Encouraging reviews are coming in for the Young Adult novel. There are some ‘magical’ pieces being worked out, but for the most part, I am very close to being done. Some fun little trips are getting in the way of serious work, but since I won’t give them up, the work will just have to wait. Ah shucks.
Flag Day and another birthday is on the horizon. To celebrate, I am headed back into the mountains. Last week’s trip to Steamboat Springs was an absolute feast of beautiful scenery, water falls, and hot springs. Swimming in a cold mountain river was unbelievably ‘bracing!’ I’ve been in rivers before, but I’m usually wearing fishing waders. The best part of the trip was the good friends I shared all the adventures with.
Storms brewed up and hail fell, some of it quarter size, but I was lucky in the yard. A few leaves are scattered on the ground, but not much, and the flowers withstood the pounding well. For a moment, I thought “go hail” because I know I am in need of a new roof, but then I thought better of it.
The grandkids will descend soon. I can’t wait. I have no plans for them as of yet, other than hiking and biking, and maybe a movie when the heat gets bad. I’ll have to find some rocks so we can paint. I remember my childhood summers as unplanned days of laziness. That’s not at all what I see in my neighborhood. Kids going to swimming lessons in the morning and soccer or T-ball, etc. in the afternoons. Play dates and camps. Mom’s running crazy. If you need to have a glass of wine at the end of every summer day, you’re doing something wrong. If you want one because you like wine, that’s totally different. Maybe I’m preaching (again), but I just think I like spelling summer R E L A X.