The beauty of summer

My mom always said that someone else always said that the two happiest days of the year are the first day of school and the last day of school. I think I agree. Both girls are out of school now and the days are glorious. We stay up late watching movies together or reading or just playing. We wake up whenever. The girls do whatever they want in the morning if mom and dad aren't awake yet, which is nice. Though I do find some surprises when I finally get myself downstairs - elaborate play setups or random home video DVDs playing or interesting breakfast concoctions (like "chocolate milk cereal") on the table.

The days are hot hot hot, so we stay inside and do projects, or Jeremy does some research, or maybe he plays a computer game instead, and I do some work for the class I'm taking or maybe I read a book instead.

If we walk to the library to exchange this week's materials for a new set, we have to treat it like a major outing. Sunhats, sunglasses, water bottle, everything ready to go before we step out the door into the 110ish heat and humidity. Once outside, our endurance clock starts and we just go go go until we get to our AC'd destination. Then we repeat the same on the way back home. It's quite an adventure.

In the evening, sometimes we go swimming. I love swimming in the evening and watching the sun go down and the stars come out. When we first moved here we went swimming almost every night because we had nothing else to do. I was reading A Short History of Nearly Everything at the time and I remember floating on my back in the water and looking up at the stars, thinking about the organization of the universe and how our own small family related to it in this new place. Going swimming at night almost two years later still reminds me of those early days when we were disoriented and new and had no idea of all the places we'd go and things we'd do here.

Ah, nostalgia. Ah, summer.

YA binge, Austen, Africa, and Hitler

June 22nd, outsourced