Hey look, school's out! I can finally relax, right? Maybe make myself useful around the house? Do some gardening? Drink some wine on the deck? Maybe some Wicked Wines Company's LUST in a bottle? Envy looks a little pink for me, not really my style.
I've been doing some of that, and it's nice. Even though it's a bit nipply, today. But I'll take it! Because the air conditioner crapped out on us this week. Somebody up there loves me, though, because the weather turned nice, cool and breezy right about that same time, giving us a chance to get someone out here to fix it without paying late-night emergency fees. Thank the little baby Jesus. Amen.
So no school. For about a week, anyway. Then I start helping out with special education summer school classes, working in the mornings. I've already started my other part time job, which involves data-entry for a lawyer friend of mine, with pages and pages of legal verbiage that would make any graduate student in Shakespearean studies choke. But it makes the time fly by, and they pay is nice. This is key.
And in between, because, you know - why not? - this next week is Cub Scout day camp. Yes, once again, for the 4th year (5th? I don't even remember), I will be slogging around in the tall grass and heat with a bunch of little boys playing games and shooting BB Guns, soda bottle rockets, and arrows to their little heart's content. Also shoving tadpoles from the creek run-off into their water bottles when you turn away for two seconds. Don't ask, this is just what they do. It will happen again, I am certain.
Like last year, I am running the Tot Lot, which means I'm babysitting the siblings of scouts - boys up to age 5 and girls up to age 12. And let me just tell you, thank God for those 12 year old girls. They're very helpful. Plus, Drew gets to flirt with them all day in my presence, which I enjoy immensely, even though they are about a foot taller. But in the Tot Lot we do most of the activities that the scouts do, except the guns, archery or sling-shots. Four year olds with sling shots are probably not a good idea. But they do like the tadpoles, boy-howdy. That shit can entertain them for HOURS. Also, snacks! They think I rock. I am pretty awesome as the Pied Piper of preschoolers.
So that's what's happening in my neck of the suburbs. I feel pretty good, overall, despite how busy everything is. That super dose of Cipro I took about a month ago cleared out what I now believe was a 6-month long, lingering, low-level infection. (How's that for alliteration?) It sapped all my energy, all my strength, and all my happy for far too long and I am so glad to finally be rid of it. It makes a difference, you know? Feeling good? I had forgotten. I like it. So does my family.
Peace out, friends. I have a date with a glass of wine.