Out and about

by chuckofish

July is turning out to be a busier month than anticipated. We went to an actual 4th of July party last week and to a birthday party for an old friend.

Are people finally getting back in the swing of things post-COVID? I hope so. The OM is always reluctant to go anywhere, preferring to stay home, but then he has fun, even with a bunch of oldsters. I am the same way. (I keep forgetting that I am an old lady.) But it is good to get out and about.

The boy brought the wee twins over to frolic in the afternoon yesterday. The driveway had just been sealed, so we had to frolic inside, but that was fun too.

The twins were very excited that I gave them that old globe. They know an impressive array of countries and states (and state capitols).

I heard all about their trip. It sounded wonderful–they even had to get out of the water once when there was a shark sighting!

I had lunch with some old flyover institute friends and we talked treason…and

So we’ll live,
 And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
 At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news, and we’ll talk with them too—
 Who loses and who wins; who’s in, who’s out—
 And take upon ’s the mystery of things,
 As if we were God’s spies. And we’ll wear out,
 In a walled prison, packs and sects of great ones
That ebb and flow by th’ moon.

That’s as good a plan as any. Hang in there with me. Keep reading Shakespeare.