The kids are finally done with all their camps and other summer activities (Mimosa's show was fantastic; she played many parts and sang and danced beautifully, and I especially enjoyed her as a sassy urchin in Little Shop of Horrors), we've finished celebrating all the August birthdays (Husband's was Monday; he shares his natal day with Bill Clinton and Tipper Gore, and we feted him with bagels and good Mexican and a pile of fun presents), my patio is a thing of beauty (the little cherub next door, five years old, "helped" me sew on the cushion ties; she starts kindergarten in September, and I see a Betsy-Tacy giving opportunity . . . !), and I don't have any work scheduled, save one job for today.
In other words:
It's finally time to kick back and enjoy summer!
Yesterday we went miniature golfing in Saugus, our favorite place. We are very very bad at mini-golf, but we do have fun. (Poor Husband had to stay home and work; he's desperate to finish all the bells and whistles for an online course he's teaching this fall — but he thinks he'll be done today or tomorrow and can then come play with us.) Li'l Martini made a hole in one, which he crowed about for the rest of the day. We all laughed a lot over our combined suckage. Such a gorgeous breezy day, it was great fun to golf alongside the highway.
Our post-golf treat was an early dinner at Fuddrucker's (nothin's more fun than fuddruckin'!), and even though my meal was laden with calories, I am nonetheless proud of myself: We got the smallest burgers and shakes, eschewed fries, and left feeling satisfied and happy rather than over-stuffed and uncomfortable. And then I took a vigorous walk at dusk and a long hot bath, and this morning my weight was down in the '40s again. I am very hopeful about this week's weigh-in! (Perhaps I'll spend Thursday night in a sauna . . .)
Other plans for the last two weeks of summer include a day at the beach, bowling, a drive-in movie (if we can get the drive-in to cooperate and finally show something we want to see), a frozen yogurt taste-off, dinner at the new local burger joint: Retro Burger (and "retro" means '70s rather than '50s [think KISS posters], which sounds awesome to me), and making s'mores on our patio — and it will all culminate in a weekend at our craptastic motel in Seabrook, New Hampshire, for which Mimosa and I are stockpiling a bunch of library books, mostly recommended by Brunie. Fun!
And I am not stressing over the lack of work. I have three giant jobs coming in September, we will get the enormous credit card bill paid soon (did I mention that the washer and dryer broke and needed service? and that we needed a new water heater? sigh), work will resume, all will be well.
Zumba tonight! And all sorts of yummy fresh produce from my CSA share yesterday; I will snack on cherries all day. But I do have a biggish job to get done, so back to it I go.
— Lady C, working girl