It’s late, and I’m not exactly sleepy. I think I’ve been sleeping in too late. Don’t you just love summer?
Yesterday I was working in the garden and McKinley hollered out a “Hey! Mom! Watch this!” as he jumped down a slew of steps. What was really funny, though, was how his pants fell to his ankles when he landed. He looked up at me sheepishly as I burst into laughter.
Renee and I went to town today for some pre-beach girl time. I got a haircut, and then we went to the little outlet store. She decided she’d look for bellydancing clothes. This has been her latest fascination after seeing a real live bellydancer at her sister’s graduation dinner at a Middle Eastern restaurant. The restaurant was my idea, I thought Alex would really dig it since she’s into bellydancing, and I was right, but I didn’t consider how the bellydancer’s undulating hips might have impacted my fifteen year old Bert or how her jingling attire and flowing sleeves transfixed little Renee. Her eyes never left the dancer, I swear, and under that spell Renee announced that she would be bellydancing in the morning. So she scoured the store for anything that might resemble bellydancing attire, and I let her get two things, as well as picking up a great linen dress for me and hats for the both of us.
We have a goat. His name is Goater. No shit. He thinks he’s a dog, and he follows Toby around relentlessly, to the point of chasing the occasional car. Naturally he’s a nuisance, but he’s also so comical and so dog-like that we all just think he’s great. So far no fence has been able to hold him because nothing will stand between him and his new herd, of which I am the leader. Hear me Meheheheheh.
We are in the upper levels of the Wife Swap application process.
The garden is doing very nicely. I suck for not taking pictures. My butterfly weed is blooming–brilliant orange clusters of joy. Yesterday I planted the hollyhocks that I started from the seeds my grandmother gave me. Also growing are basil, tomatoes, cucumbers, pumpkins, lettuce, zucchini, potatoes. And too many herbs and flowers to list.
Swimming in the creek today was ice cold delicious. Something about swimming in a living body of water is absolute magic. Renee and McKinley get very cold but love it too much to hesitate. Everyday starts with the question, “When are we going swimming?” Nearly everyday, we do, in the river or the creek.