Summer Camp

The upstairs of my house was 78 degrees and muggy when I got home this evening. I went to Sandy’s room to say hello and she was writing on the bed with a headband in, in shorts and a t-shirt and had a fan blowing on her. I said it felt like summer camp-she looked like she was laying on her bunk writing home or something. Then we sat out on the porch and Charles played the guitar. We sang songs which ranged from Liz Phair’s Polyester Bride all the way to I’ll Fly Away. It’s been a long time since he’s picked up a guitar, so we were a little limited in song selection.

We went for a walk through our neighborhood and all of the dogs barked at us in turn as we passed their property. We saw a girl get a beer from a mini van and we were like, so that’s where you keep the beer. She and a group of guys were playing poker in an open garage. We’ve got to make more of an effort to meet our neighbors- it could be really fun. I did a few cartwheels in the street (for the joy of it) and now I feel like I've pulled all the muscles in my legs...I'm getting old. That and the other day I tried a prune, a "dried plum" as they are now called, and thought it tasted like candy. You know you're old when you start liking prunes. (Sandy just called me an old goat)