I’m taking a blog vacation here, though I’ll be posting about summertimme over at Palm Beach City Moms Blog if you want to keep in touch.
Things I’m listening to on my writing vacation:
- Havilah Cunnington
- Lisa Bevere
- Priscilla Shirer
I’m reading through the New Testament, re-reading L.M. Montgomery’s books, and looking for ways to be involved in my local community.
I’ll be back in August with recipes, fashion fun and daily observations.
8:21. We are all sitting here because some selfish SOBs decided to use the shoulder to get ahead of all this traffic and now the emergency vehicles that need to get through can’t get through. This is seriously one of my most serious pet peeves. The shoulder is not for just anybody the shoulder is for broken down cars and emergency vehicles not your selfish ass.
Do you realize that when all 7 pf you shouldet-drivers reach the site of the accident, you’ve jist slowed down professional help that much more? Don’t be a jerk. Stay off the shoulder.
It is somewhat of a tradition in my family to spend 1 1/2 hrs in church then come home to a big family dinner. Usually I cook up something Cuban on Sundays and my parents bring over dessert. After a big meal full of uplifting conversations, and lots of laughs, nap time settles over the house. The baby is put down for a nap, a sofa is secured for one person, the guest bed for another, the sectional for a third. Someone is always left roaming the house like a wandering Aramean and I say, “why don’t you go take a nap in my room.” To which the person responds, “But don’t ypu want to sleep there?” And I reply, “No child I’ve got ro clean up my kitchen.”
Once everthong is clean, and there are snores heard all over the house, I pick up my kindle, sit in my rocking chair andread a good book.
When the hours for siesta are through, the whole family gathers in the living room for a movie, or a marathon of some show someone has gotten us into. It is very nearly perfect.
The only blight on the whole day is that a few relations are not near enough to join in the fun.
Oh Florida summers.
It is a well established fact that those of us who live east of I-95 get less rain than those who live west of it. Yet these past few days we’ve all been sitting under it.
Summer is my least favorite time of the year. I’m getting through it with Wally’s morning radio show on 88.1 and Brandy’s version of the musical Cinderella.
How are you getting through rainy days?