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Monthly Archives: July 2008
July 10, 2008 – 9:56 am
Sun through clouds, last night. July is here, in her thick, humid splendor. The farmer’s markets are overflowing, the days of tomatoes and corn are around the corner, and I wear only flip-flops. The air is heavy and the sun is hot and the children are exhausted, falling into dead sleep by 7pm. I am [...]
The very definition of summer
July 8, 2008 – 2:31 pm
As long as my children as this thrilled with a blow-up pool in their back yard (“yard” – the pool takes up 1/3 of it) I feel I’m doing something right. I want to raise children who are delighted by mundane things, who are easy to enchant, who find joy in the littlest treats. Today, [...]
I might be raising a truth-telling b-r-a-t
July 8, 2008 – 1:52 pm
On the way home from camp today. Me: “Who did you play with today, Gracie?” Grace: “Oh, everybody.” Me: “Everybody?” Grace: “Yes, they fought over me today. Everybody was saying ‘play with me! play with me!’” Me: “Really, Gracie?” Grace: “Yeah. X used to be the big hit at camp but now it’s me.” Deep, [...]
Fourth of July
July 5, 2008 – 9:40 pm
Happy Fourth! The parade was its usual motley self – both under- and overwhelming at the same time. The WW2 veterans made me cry, as usual, with their proud, dwindling presence. The children adored it, from the firetrucks to the flags to the candy thrown at them. We had assorted family and friends gathered in [...]
Jessica
July 5, 2008 – 5:13 pm
Today was our annual visit with Jessica, Jake, Julia, and, this year, Lydia! What a wonderful tradition this visit has become. I will post more pictures from my 22 year love affair with Jess when I get home tomorrow. We met in the summer of 1986 as Petty Officers at Cape Cod Sea Camps. We [...]
someone is scared of fireworks
July 3, 2008 – 7:42 pm
We had to beat a hasty retreat from the dock where we were watching the fireworks – Whit was wailing about being scared and I felt terrible about his ruining everyone’s 4th of July viewing pleasure (and, secondarily, about his terror). Walked home carrying 29 pounds of kid. I quickly realized there was no way [...]
