We have 70 feet left of the Eagle Scout boardwalk project. Today I bashed myself in the nose, had a board dropped on my right hand and my shoulders feel like a bruise from hunching over an impact screwdriver for the eleven-billionth day in a row. Tomorrow we plan to finish. I will videotape Mr. T drilling in the final board (feels kind of like the golden tie connecting the Transcontinental Railroad) and cheer wildly.
My greenhouse needs seeds and that is all.
We're entering BLT and Caprese Salad season around here.
We have a nest of garter snakes by our door and Team Testosterone caught three of them in buckets today to "study scientifically." One snake is two feet long. They've been released to their nest to continue feasting on mice and frogs and toads.
I'm full of recriminations and regret for leaving our Summer Bucket List half completed. We never went to the Wisconsin Dells, Chicago or Door County. We didn't camp, make s'mores or finish the library summer reading program. So many missed opportunities. So many high hopes for adventures I'd bring the children on, but instead we frittered away our time and I let random stuff take over our schedule. Next year I vow we will leave town for a proper road trip, baseball and the rest of it be damned. It makes me mad that we wasted this summer staying home, but no one else seems too upset. The boys had fun riding their bikes around town, gathering friends and blowing their allowance at the gas station.
Tuesday everything changes, but before we get to that, I'm giving away a book on Monday. A sly, funny book about deflowerment. A book with pictures. Each comment is a chance to win it.
Spill it, reader. Any end of summer regrets?
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