The Summer’s out of reach*

by chuckofish

Whew! Another busy week has come and gone. Son #1 moved home from DC, unpacked his stuff, and then threw out his back lifting one last piece of furniture. Poor guy. I feel terrible for him. Back pain is the worst. I’m afraid I don’t have any photos of the move or the sufferer just yet. Picture his brother’s move from a couple of weeks ago, but in reverse and without the cat or girlfriend. That’s right, my house is complete chaos and there’s stuff everywhere. I don’t mind at all — James is much more fun than a tidy house!

Meanwhile, although the attic clean-out has been temporarily suspended until we remove the monsters (probably a stray squirrel masquerading as a demon horde), I did uncover this splendid prayer that my DP wrote down and framed for me back in the day.

This is a good one to commit to memory. I’m going to hang it by my back door, where it will send me safely into the world and greet me upon my return. Also, doesn’t my DP have cool handwriting?

In other news…I turned off the news. That’s right. I did not visit a single news site all week, and since my remote is out of batteries, I watched no TV. Even then, I found it impossible to avoid hearing something about terrorist attacks and threatening hurricanes, but I must say that I found life greatly improved. It’s like an information stay-cation. Why not try it?

I am NOT suggesting that ignorance is bliss, but face it, the news is not exactly impartial and reliable these days. If you want spin, take dancing lessons.

This is the end of summer for me. Classes start on Monday. Sigh.

Have a great weekend!

*Don Henley, “Boys of Summer”