OK, Who Stole August?

This guy?

Let's see in August the oldest went kayaking for several hours -that means for several hours he was not in the basement on his computer or doing his exercises -which he is very faithful about. If only I could convince him to put that OCDness into working on some kinda future of his own. But, hey, no seizures and other than one long visit to the ER to find the chest pains were from the exercise and not the shunt I just let it all go...

 The 9 year old learned to ride a bike. Yes, I know he's 9. But he had convinced himself that he never would be able to do it so really it was very exciting.

 I have no idea what the situation is with Grandma's blood. She may need more. We can only hope it's from a young person because if she was a rat this would apparently make her younger -or at least it made the rats look younger. I'm not entirely clear on how that worked.

 So in fact all that was really missing was your typical August weather so if this guy did steal that we'd all say thanks.

And the summer hasn't even really rushed by - and neither has my 3 month break from elder care - because I still have a WHOLE month of left. Whoo hoo.

I know there is something wrong with my raccoon like delight in getting every last seed from this feeder. Life is funny. All the years I thought I couldn't bear to lose my mom and now, well. I'd forgotten what it was like to just be able to make plans that were barely plans at all... and I am going to enjoy it while it lasts. It doesn't seem often that NOBODY has medical crisis in this family.

 And I'm STILL going to DisneyWorld. Am I tempting fate? I am aren't I? Good thing that's one thing I never believed in.

Selfies for the ages

I was told that, on average, people take 5 selfies a day (by people I am assuming female, American, smartphone owning and young). This is so narcissistic. You should either get it right the first time or have someone else take the picture (self portrait by proxy).

This is me -shocked to find I am enjoying a moscato. My daughter's moscato. I should confess to her that at my wedding (her father's too, although I think he'd deny this part) we drank our toast with Asti Spumante - just as sweet with the added bonus of being bubbly.

 This is also me on the bow of a sailboat in my cover-up, over my skirted but hot pink bathing suit. I am sporting a pony-tailed baseball (type) hat to keep my hair out of my eyes and as extra protection for my already shaded eyes. Also I just used the word "sporting".

Plus here I am with my 9 year old who still wants to cuddle whenever he is tired. Also on the boat was a friend who's a little younger than I am and his son and daughter-in-law. At least no grand children.

 This past weekend we took other friends to my mother's home (and home of the boat) whose son is the best friend of the life jacketed one here. Plus their 3 younger children. My husband and I are completely oblivious to the age difference we know exists until we're reaching for the ibuprofen and/or remark on some song we remember from high school but is clearly in the category of historical artifact. Still, we share a lot of the same musical tastes  (thank-you awesome 70's music) -far more than we ever did with anyone close to 20 years our seniors (it was just amusing on Happy Days).

It is confusing. I am the age of the ladies at church when I first joined who were known as "the older ladies" in the bible studies. Granted our church was a new "plant" and skewed young but this recollection still makes me wince. I liked and admired many of these women but I don't think I ever thought of any of them as exactly friends. They were in my mind almost a different species. In a vague sort of way I knew I was headed to the same place in life but not really. And apparently I was right because they were, well you know, kinda old, but hey, if I don't have someone there to do it for me I still take selfies and everything.