School’s out, or almost out, for summer…graduation open houses are finished up…and pools are opening…and even now I remember the odd state of relief that school was over for the year mixed with a sorrow only veteran parents understand. The same three months of summer that seemed to drag on forever as a child, gather…
One of the hymns you might find me warbling on a given day…oh, say around the time of my first melt-down…is Annie Hawks’ “I Need Thee Every Hour”. Only I usually add “…and minute and second…”, which I can do because I can’t really carry a tune anyway so there is always room for more…
I bought some new things for spring. I know…kind of uncharacteristic of me…but well… I did. I wore a couple of the tops back when it seemed like we were actually going to have spring and possibly summer. Back before I got all my sweaters out again…because who knew we would be turning the furnace…