Sorry, I don’t get here, until past 5am, upper Illinois time…Bloom where you are planted, my monster pal…swim where you are wanted? Find your place?
Never had a Summer Reading List. Spent long, hot, humid days either at the Town Library with it’s A/C, or on the screened-in back porch, reading, reading, reading. My teachers knew I was their Resident Reader, so, I never had a problem with them not accepting any list they asked us to turn in. At one point, our house contained 5,000 books. No, it’s not impossible. Sprog moved out and took all hers, we gave the kid’s books to several people with young/new readers and did a BIG donation to our Town Library. And, I loved the ability to take a huge stack of books with me, wherever I used to go, pre-virus, so, I have a Kindle with all my favorites (and, a few new, e-book only authors,) to take with me, to the places I can’t go to any more…
No, it’s not a fancy restaurant, but, for many kids, that school meal is their best meal of the day, so they deserve nuitrition in an edible form. If it’s not appealing, they’ll just throw it out. And, the good ol’ USA leads the world in rotten school lunches!!!
People-watching is a favorite in this household. We’ll go to a park or mall and just sit and relax and watch the people go by. We even people-watch at the Zoo! Thanks to our current virus-laden conditions and the extreme heat we’ve had, we haven’t done that in 3-4 months.
I can never look at a kiwi fruit the same way, ever again! Do you know, the kiwi bird, is actually pretty big? We have visions of this tiny bird and they’re 14-18 inches long and around 4.3lbs. (An unhappy comparison: most whole chickens in the grocery store, are around 4lbs for the small ones.) But, I love Kiwi, with all his bravery; he’s the kitten looking in the mirror and seeing a lion!!!
I couldn’t ever do them. Wasn’t an agile, flexible child. I climbed trees, rode my bike, roller skated “summersaulted”, nobody could beat me at any style of jump-rope and I could run faster’n anybody else in my posse of girls…as well as several of the boys in the neighborhood. Anything requiring flexibility was out of the question.
Old, old joke: a Pastor asks one of his elderly parishioners, if she thinks about the hereafter. Parishioner replys that she thinks about it all the time; every time she goes into a room, she asks herself what she’s here after.
You don’t know Wiley or Homer very well, if you think this is a group of women looking for a man to lead them. Hang in there til Sept and you’ll see. Wiley can put in more twists than a corkscrew!
I agree! Can we just enjoy their fun and wish we could be them?
My Grandma’s apple pie…wow…haven’t thought of that in years! She was a tremendous cook and baker.