i find i have so much less tolerance for adults who behave like children
than i do for children who think they are already adults.
my husband is mowing the front hill, and although it's not so necessary, and the timing isn't so great, i know for certain that there is no gain in mentioning either fact to him.
a friend came home and i felt that something came loose again while talking to her. i had been making mental notes the whole time she was gone, for there are some things i can only say to her.
john prine came on the radio. i love john prine. i know he's hokey, but when i hear him sing lake marie, i am twelve, sitting on a deck chair with my brothers, and happier than i'd ever been before. *
i made so few mistakes this week that i feel like a champion.
i am smart enough to know the universe will knock that feeling out of me soon like a heavyweight.
the girls have begun to play kickball with the new foursquare ball i bought them in sag harbor last friday.
i pretty much grew up playing kickball. and kick the can. which although i've explained it to them a few times, it has heretofore not caught on. maybe this summer.
ah. this summer. can it start now please? because the kids are ready to just be, and i'm ready to just leave them be.
soon. soon.
i so want to take better photos. i just thought i should tell you. i truly long to be better.
but i do make a mean frittata, and so i'm going to be doing that a lot in the coming weeks.
especially now that the markets are opening up again around here.
and, ever grateful, i'm watching the girls out front and thinking: yes. just this. this is all.
i may want more. but this.
this is all.
enjoy tonight.
xo,
tt
*yes, it's a nine minute video, and maybe not everybody's thing. but i rarely link. so it's something i feel strongly about, obviously. just saying. xo.
