Sorry about the crabby post I had up there so long.

The last few weeks have been divided into times of extreme activity and complete inactivity. A freer mind might categorize these divisions under the categories of work and rest, but I find myself telling people that we’re having a really lazy summer…and then I remember that we’re in the midst of painting the exterior of the house and staining the pool and garden sheds, that Lydia and Eden moved into Paul’s and my former bedroom and we moved into Eden’s and are making a study out of Lydia’s which was/is a ton of work: decluttering, cleaning and painting; that we recovered our driveway with pea stone, that we still need to haul a few trailer fulls of mulch, not to mention lay them and that any summer which involves such copious amounts of yard and pool maintenance could never be categorized as lazy.

Christopher and Eden are saying so many funny and brilliant things I can’t keep up with them. Lydia is only 11, but looking 15 which is seriously freaking me out! I have a funny Christopher story to post. I woke yesterday at 4:30 and wrote for a couple of hours. Just getting a story out takes time – and that’s slap dash writing. Painting the exterior of the house and Lydia’s room are jockeying for position. Weather’s going to decide that one – but I CAN.NOT.WAIT to have my big desk downstairs and have a home for my computer and papers and notes and files and all the books I like to have close.

Last fall, when we stayed at that cottage, I realized that I can handle maintaining furniture and books. Society demands clothes and the family insists on eating – but that’s my bottom line. I’m not buying any more stuff.

Look for a good Christopher post tomorrow-ish.