Summer. It seems to have us moving more than during the school year. As one obligation ends another begins.
After chiseling off five days of hair spray over spray off my skin and wood floor from curling D's hair in spiral curls that needed to hold through a performance in the dreadful St. Louis humidity and mopping up eye shadow residue; the curtain on Whitecliff Summer Playhouse [in the park] The Music Man has come down. The stage is silent--for a while.
Life in the house paused from the clock's summons today; I so needed the break from rushing and late nights. So, the house got scrubbed. Smile.
The pause is short lived as we are about to begin a regiment of color guard.
Sigh. I was liking the pause in the calender and the chiming of the clock's alarm.
But alas, it's about the girls and treasured memories.
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Oh, there's nuthin' halfway about the Iowa way to greet you.....
I love that song. :)
I had a pause in my calendar yesterday and I spent the rest of the evening wishing I didn't have to work anymore. Sigh. I liked puttering around the house, making lunch for Colin, who is recovering from oral surgery. I visited a friend and sat out in the yard. I miss being home. I miss getting things done. I miss life.
Damn calendar.
Okay Lin, now I am officially jealous of you...sitting outside, not a chance in hell of that here. If I sat outside to long I think I would have seen the devil walk by. It is HOT as HELL in STL!
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