- I dislike holidays. Does that make me a wet blanket or party poop? Outside of my sons and friends having a couple of well-deserved days off work, I kind of dread holiday weekends. Why? Because my children are so busy and stretched with multiple family obligations, that in an effort to not overcrowd their schedules, I often take the back seat and avoid planning any kind of get-together — after which I feel kind of sad and out of the loop. Silly, I know. But there it is.
- I’m just a skosh tetchy as of late. That is to say, for all my hippie love vibe, I find there’s a part of me that grows a bit impatient and intolerant of bigots and meanyheads. Hang on though, I’m working on it. The “love people who hate you and everything you believe in” thing is a big bite for me. Patience, Grasshoppa.
- As much as I might come to regret saying it, I am loving the sugar-free lifestyle. More on that in a future post, but the science is going to blind you. Suffice it to say that I am slowly coming to terms with never eating sugar again. Ever.
But for now, it’s parade time! The Js are riding in their granddad’s convertible for our town’s bicentennial processional down the main drag, and the Thriller and I wouldn’t miss it. Time to hit the shower and the road in an effort to search forever for parking. Happy 4th, fiends! I hope it’s relaxing and fun!