it's really just "see you soon." In the spirit of bad things happening in sets of three, the Momvan and my laptop took a puke. I've been to the garage 4 (expensive) times inside of a week for the dang Momvan and without any computer access since Saturday. Today I checked in to discover 139 emails including, but not limited to, various editing projects, start of school year, social invitations, tragic news about one of my favorite teachers and baseball equipment drop off dates (which we missed). My blog reader overfloweth. I can't even face facebook. Yet being out of touch for a week hasn't been the worst possible thing in the world--it's oddly liberating.
Meanwhile, I've seen a couple of great plays, visited girlfriends, gone to the zoo with Team Testosterone, swam (swum?), read, picked tomatoes and booked our family vacation. The boys have been up to their knees in the creek catching frogs--they've built a frog habitat in an old wheelbarrow covered with a busted window screen. The trail we've got through the woods has really taken shape. I've knocked lots of odd jobs off my chore list and we all got new shoes.
And there's the Olympics. Every night until very late. It's awesome listening to the boys talk about the athletes--especially the women--with admiration and knowledge. They know who Missy Franklin and Gabby Douglas and Michael Phelps and Usain Bolt are--and we're all talking about how far, how fast, how strong, how amazing and special they are. Pretty inspiring stuff.
So, I'll be back next week. Life is good here, and I hope it's fine in your neck of the world, too.