Friday, August 16, 2013

Summer's end

The end of summer snuck up on me this year, I guess because Back To School with a college freshman (who lives at home and takes classes online) and a high school sophomore (who doesn't get her school supply lists until after school starts) is a very different experience than Back To School with littler kids. AND THANK GOD FOR THAT, MAN. It was only yesterday that I looked at the calendar and realized holy crap, school starts a week from Monday. Wow. Where did THAT summer go?

H has recovered pretty much completely from having all four wisdom teeth removed and is zooming along (ha!) with her driver's training. She drove on the frontage road for the interstate the other day! Very exciting!

C has been composing music and helping some friends with a very exciting project and looking forward to taking his very first college course so he'll finally have something to do, for the love of God.

P has been working ridiculous hours like always. Enough said.

I have been reading, reading, reading. Loved A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, liked Aric Davis's The Fort, loved Steve Martin's The Pleasure of My Company. (Yes, THAT Steve Martin. I never was a huge fan of his standup but the man is a genius, no lie.) Now I'm reading The Fault in Our Stars, which I'm told will make me cry buckets, but really I'm just biding my time until I can start reading books that take place in the fall. Because FALL IS COMING. Oh yes, it is.

And also I've been watching TV. Breaking Bad is back! Yes! Thank goodness. I'm sad that these are the last episodes, though. Do we like Low Winter Sun? I think I kind of like it. I dunno. I'll give it a few episodes to be sure. I am all in on Broadchurch, though. ALL. IN. I wish we could get more British programming here in the US. BBC America and PBS don't quite scratch that itch, do they? Nope. Not for me, anyway.

In other news I've somehow morphed into an 80-year-old honky-tonkin' Texas lady, because I cannot stop listening to the Willie's Roadhouse station on the XM radio in my car. Willie, Waylon, Merle, Lefty, Hank, Dolly, Tanya, Patsy, Tammy -- I have developed a fondness for them all that I can't begin to understand, much less communicate to you. I didn't grow up with this music so I have no idea why it suddenly speaks to my soul, but it does. So. There's that.

Hang in there, guys. We're halfway to September. We can do this.


  1. Ferdinand! He delivered, finally.

    1. Yes! I've gotten a few figs from him over the years, but not many.

    Love that footie photo.
    Have a great start of fall,

  3. Oh God The Fault In Our Stars. I'm going to start crying just thinking about it. Best book on the subject ever. Ever. EVER.

  4. I've added Willie's channel to my car Sirius XM lineup.. I have quite the eclectic mix. My dearie found this channel a few weeks back, and we heard part of Ranger Doug's show and he had a song with a really impressive yodeling, which led to a discussion about how hard yodeling can be.

    Today in the car, I caught the last half of "Running Bear" which my lass (in the car with me) learned at Girl Scout camp. Oh, she was over the moon and sang along with actions.

    Same lass loves The Fault in our Stars. I haven't read it.

    1. It's a great station. I mean, how many radio stations have Johnny Horton's "Battle of New Orleans" on rotation?!