I wish I had some great insights to offer for last month beyond noting that H’s fingerprints are a constant presence on our mirror.
June went fast. H had three weeks off from school before starting the summer program, and now suddenly she goes back on Monday. July 4th has come and gone (and we had a great one, more on that later). The weather went from getting away with long sleeves to straight-up tank top and flip flops weather.
Ooh! That’s a new thing this month! I can finally walk in flip flops. In my seventh summer here I can finally walk in flip flops without tripping over myself. This is actually fairly huge news, as I typically spend all summer in socks and sneakers. Or sneakers without socks, which is, frankly, gross. It’s like a whole new world has opened up before me. A flip-floppy, glorious world.
Happy July 5th!
I’m sorry to hear that about the flip-flops. Some people blame the world’s troubles on Republicans, some on religion. Personally, I blame everything from Global Warming to the return of Cold War politics all on the emergence of flip-flops as acceptable footwear anywhere other than the beach or dorm shower stall. It’s all about standards.
I was anti-flip flops in public for years. Clearly I’ve gone over to the dark side.