Along with summer have come several unexpected pleasantries, which I will now describe for you in excruciating detail because nothing is more like a pacemaker to a blog than a wordy accounting of where you've been and why you haven't been blogging. The abridged version is this: I've been either A) writing B) reading or C) gettin' some. But never all three at once.
Alex is at camp from 9-12 every day and I've been leaving Genoa at the child watch area for 90 minutes and escaping into the bowels of the community center to work on revising my novel. It's an uninterrupted child-free editing bonanza and I get to do this for the WHOLE ENTIRE SUMMER. By the time I'm through with it, this book won't even have a stray comma. The kids both seem to adore this arrangement as much as I do and my favoritest part is that we get our boohineys out the door before 9AM every day and we're gone until noon. Then it's just a nap, a ride on the exercise bike and a couple pages of homeschooling before it's time to start dinner. It's the best schedule we've ever had and I already know I'm going to cry when school starts and it's over. (Kindergarten will be only two full days per week.)
It's also a schedule that gives me obscene quantities of time to read and in this single respect, I have never been a happier human being in my entire life. My Kindle is permanently attached to my person and when I need to use my eyeballs to, like, cook or clean or push my children on their bicycles or something, I simply pop in some ear buds, slip the sleek wonderment down the back of my pants (Genoa says, "put the book in your butt again!") and turn on text-to-speech. I'm burning through books like a stripper goes through g-strings and I'm looking for a sidebar application that will automatically post what I'm reading and/or upload my selections to Good Reads. (Any ideas?)
Lastly and most characteristically inappropriate is that Dave and I are doing that annoying thing we do every once in a while where we can't keep our hands off each other. I don't know if it was that photo I let him take of me a couple weeks ago or the season change or something in the water, but we are worse than a pair of lovesick newlyweds. We've been married almost a dozen years and I still can't bring myself to turn him down. Ever.
We invited Carol over for BBQ'd chicken on Saturday night and she caught us making out in the kitchen (god forbid I bend over to reach something out of the produce drawer!) and she scoffed at us to keep our hands off eachother in front of the kids. Of course I came to our defense with the argument that some of my fondest childhood memories are of teasing my father for groping my mother while she cooked dinner! Am I wrong? I mean, Dave and I have the kind of marriage where we openly discuss things and even argue in front of the kids because we think it's healthy for them to see us work our problems out. Shouldn't they bear witness to (an edited PG version) of the good parts too?