Friday, June 21, 2013
I had to google "solstice" in order to be able to explain it to my kid.
Tried on swimsuits and immediately wished I had not.
I did a pile of laundry, bought groceries, and sorted through the mountain of paper my kids brought home during the last three weeks of school.
Wore sunscreen and a hat.
Got dirty, got clean.
Got my hair blow-dried by an eight-year-old boy.
Renewed a library book I have not read and cannot find.
Held a chicken.
Ate leftovers and played sudoku.
Made peach ice cream.
Realized that I'm lucky and my life is beautiful. It's not suburban and dull and small, petty, and meaningless unless I think it is. I had a crazy industrious day and I just have to keep lighting it up. Because growing food and swimming in the ocean and answering questions like "Mama, what is dark matter?" — that's what it's all about.
So - now, I'm going to sit on the porch and drink champagne. And if you think I'm kidding, just come over and have a glass with me.
* Amy - if you're reading this, and I know you're not: It's not you, it's me. Everyone thinks you're all that and you probably are, plus 100 times nicer and more generous than I would be if I were wildly successful and ubiquitous. Heck, you're probably just 100 times nicer and more generous than I am - unqualified. The above offer of champagne applies to you.