Hello, gentle readers.
Sorry it's been almost all summer.
We're good over here in LucyandMiloLand. I will write some full posts soon. Until then, I leave you with a some slices of summer life.
Lucy has been gone for five of the eight weeks of summer, which was both great and hard for all of us.
She can knit (well).
She can surf (somewhat).
She has a vocabulary for describing the complexity of her emotions that I can only think of as writerly.
She got her first real sunburn on her nose (which I find quaint, given that I spent my young summers with a full-on sunburned scab on mine).
Milo has been enjoying only childhood.
He talks constantly (airtime, at last).
He has a very loose relationship with the truth, describing his misdeeds variously as the work of a giraffe, Flash (his imaginary friend, who is five and has his own car), the Green Goblin, or the Green Goblin's baby brother.
The adults don't know what happened.
The past eight weeks have been a blur. We sent a kid to camp(s). I spent a month as a state and local political activist. We married off a beloved cousin. Jason and I turned 40. We went to El Paso (where a grandfather turned 91). And the beach. We should have been doing more laundry and organizing and eating of vegetables in between some of those activities. Instead we had as much fun as we could (and worked when we weren't having fun). We'll be shaking the sand out of these past eight weeks for a while...