|“Sun Drenched II” by Niki Gulley|
My parents tell a story about me when I was wee little, 2-ish maybe? I climbed into bed with them one night and as they put me between them and turned out the lights, I whispered, “Where’s Amy?” (And to think it was another 7 or so years until they bought me some glasses!)
But, lately, that’s where I am living. Where am I? Andy has been going to rowing camp for the past two weeks. He loves it and I guess he’s good at it, they moved him up to the high school team practices (he’s a rising 8th grader). He really, really likes it (I was hoping he would, I always thought rowing looked kind of fun) and I don’t mind driving him back and forth, but sheesh, I’m out of practice. It’s been years since I have had to haul a kid back and forth and forth and back. I’m getting the hang of it again, though. It IS strange how the busier you are the more you get done. I don’t think I’ve been busy enough lately.
July 4. For the past ten or so years, we’ve had a party here. We make plates for the police. We listen to all kinds of music and eat and visit and eventually blow things up. This year, ::::sniff::::, we are on our own. I am sore confused. I don’t even know how to make 7-layer-dip. Mike and the boys will probably go to the town’s fireworks. Given my hatred of crowds and loud noises, I’ll be here. Doing nothing. It’s sooooo weird.
I have things to do. I’m in the middle of painting our bedroom – which I last painted a million years ago – I know I have a post about it – I let the boys help an we listened to Harry Potter 5 before I had to evacuate them because of the fumes. Well, the paint in the bedroom is now sad and stained and chipping, so I’m repainting. But, it’s weird. I’m used to doing this stuff at night. I’m working on this during daylight hours. I don’t even know how to explain the disconnect. I’m about 1/3 of the way done . . . wish me luck on this daylight project.
In the meantime, if you see me, let me know. I’m sure I am out there.