I’m Back, I Think

It’s been a strange summer. Lots of driving kids to camps, and two week-long beach vacations. We went to the Jersey shore for a week. Came back for five days. I washed the bathing suits and packed all over again.

During that five-day beach interlude, I suddently decided that I HAD to clean out my linen closet. I had some sheets in there that pre-dated Steve’s arrival in my life. I purged the ancient sheets and washed everything else to get rid of that closet smell. And then we were off again. This time to North Carolina.

A few hours before we drove off, I checked the weather report for North Carolina  It wasn’t good. Hurricane Bertha was parked somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. The forecast was a week’s worth of thunderstorms. On the long drive down, we decided to keep the plan of visiting the in-laws in Emerald Isle for five days, but we would ditch the second part of the trip to Nag’s Head. Instead, we went to DC for two days, where there was blue skies and cool breezes. (Sorry, DC friends, that we couldn’t visit. It was a last minute, short trip.)

We came back to a lawn full of crab grass and a bundle of catalogs and bills on the front steps.

I am still recovering. Where am I? What am I supposed to do next?

And it’s my birthday, so I feel justified in postponing the trip to the gym and the necessary attack of the e-mail inbox.