End of Week Journal

The storm passed through last night clearing out the humidity and the fog in my brain. At 7:00 am, I was in the kitchen pouring bowls of cereal for the boys. They took a break from the game of "slam your brother with the sofa cushion" to eat their cereal and some toast. I had gone to Trader Joe’s yesterday, so the kitchen was well stocked with wild blueberry scones and blueberry jam. I had little ciabatta rolls for Jonah’s lunch bag and engineered a perfect little sandwich with squares of cheddar, lettuce, and salami.

Good bread makes a good morning. Nora Ephron was on Oprah a few weeks ago and she declared that we live in a golden age of carbs. I do think she’s right.

My legs were a bit stiff from yesterday’s pool trip. My brother and his daughter and my sister and her daughters came to the swim club with Ian and myself. I spent most of the time in the water with Ian to score some exercise points, and then promptly piled the calories back on with beer and pizza. Steve called at 5:00 and was dismayed to find a party at his house, while he was still stuck at the office.

I located Jonah’s yellow camp shirt and helped him pick out some shorts. His camp bus arrives between 8:05 and 8:20, but Jonah was outside by 7:55 riding his bike in a circle and waiting. I threw on yesterday’s mini-skirt and sneakers and joined him outside. As I drank my coffee, Jonah told me about what he expected to do that day. "And I think we’re going to play mini-golf, because we haven’t done that yet. But we’re not going to do the inflatables, because we’re too big for that. It’s for the little kids. But the little kids can’t play golf, because they can’t use the clubs…." He didn’t even stop talking, when I ran in for my camera and told him to smile.

He’s very excited about camp, which is good, because we spent a bloody fortune on it. During a brief moment of financial exuberance this winter, we signed him for this fancy-shmancy camp. It’s a full day of activities and swim lessons and Kool-aid. He’s smelling the cool air coming in from the forest and sitting on the damp ground singing songs with enthusiastic counselors.

Best movie version of camp — Addams Family Values.

Early camp buses make a good morning.

I walked around my garden inspecting the tomatoes and shrubbery. Ian came outside to see what I was doing and declared that he wanted to ride his bike, too. So, I put on my freshly laundered gardening gloves and weeded, while he did loops on his bike. I suppose you shouldn’t spread mulch while wearing a mini-skirt, but it was too much trouble to go in and change.

Next on the morning agenda is to print out the weekly schedule and to make a list of chores. Ian is heading to daycare in a few hours, so I’ll get some work in. Must order desk copies for next semester and proof read a survey.

Plans for a few child-free hours make a good morning.

Talkety, talkety, talk:

Green things: