Back to School

I may be a lucky SOB of a blogger for not getting hate mail but I am a lazy one too.

Quite spontaneously on Friday, we decided to blow our pop stand of a town and leave our community pool in the dust for the weekend. We headed south in search of cool riverside breezes and the ‘only for us’ pool that is my mother in law’s house. I feel like Wallace from ‘The Wire’ as I listen to a sound that has become foreign to me. It is the sound of crickets at night. Despite having such prehistorically large crickets in our basement that jump out at you like ghouls in the night, we do not ever hear them even in suburbia. I had forgotten lightening bugs existed as well.

So here we are.

No Wi-Fi for me and barely any cell reception, ridiculously behind on my work.

T.D. as spoiled as ever by almost two weeks of non-stop Nana time.

I’ve spent the last few days doing nothing but reading, Oil!, seeing not a moment of television and eating succulent peaches, juicy pieces of melon and gazing with white hot longing at everyone else’s perspiring bottles of beer. I might give an arm right now for a bottle of Blue Moon Pale Ale if asked but instead I content myself to lay by the pool soaking up some sunscreen halted rays of sun. It is the last of this for a while because as of the end of last week we had some rather big news.

H has a new job and it starts in a week.

The back to school countdown has begun.