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Summer is Winding Down, Already?

So, I remember writing a blog not that long ago, about how I was stressing over what to do this summer. And how I absolutely needed to get a list going to make sure I kept busy with the boys.

Well, proof that I can't live without lists (Jen, I know, I know) and that lists work, I've been busier than I ever intended. Minus the hiking trip to Tahoe (happening next weekend) and the "Forest Buffet" at Harrah's (also next weekend), the list is finished! Check marked, over with and done. Did I mention that both of them grew about an inch or more these past three months? And that wasn't even on the list. You see how busy we have been?

In ten days, my boys --both of them-- go back to school -my youngest starting preschool for the first time. (FYI: there may be forthcoming a huge blog --with copious amounts of tears shed over my keyboard-- with that one.)

Summer may not be officially over, but I'm at a loss for words at how quickly it went by. Guess that was sort of the whole point behind the list now, wasn't it? Well, for the remaining weeks we do have, may your watermelon be sweet, your slip 'n slides slippery, and your days fun in the glorious sun.


  1. I feel the same way. Summer was when I had time to write -- I have to go back to school myself in the fall -- so although I won't have to take my boys to swim lessons twice a week, I'll be too busy with academic work for fiction.

  2. Thanks Tara! I'm glad you understand
    And thank you for joining my blog.
    Hope to get to know you better, and good
    luck with your schooling.


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