As I struggle with the final proverbial mile of the school-year marathon, I recall with great fondness the halcyon days of my youth when summer stretched interminably between Memorial Day and Labor Day...an uninterrupted swath of unmonitored outdoor freedom in a Lord-of-the-Flies demi-society of unscheduled neighborhood children. Not once did one in our ranks get pulled from a nightfall game of capture-the-flag to attend a karate class, no parent ever called a game because we were "keeping score" and getting "too competitive, no child was pulled politely from a neighborhood BBQ because they couldn't eat gluten/nuts/milk/etc...ours was a life of utter freedom.
Not so for my children. Shortly after school ends...this THIRD week of June (weeks after Memorial Day), they will again be wrested out of their beds in the morning to attend myriad organized camps. I am paying large sums of money for these camps where my children will be playing with all the friends they would have been playing with in the neighborhood if they were allowed to run unregulated...all because we all know that they are SAFER in a CAMP where NO CHILD MOLESTERS would ever think about looking for a vulnerable child...
So in the past few weeks I have been busy with the end-of-the-year parenting activities...the recitals/concerts, all-star-games and playoffs, teacher conferences, pre-camp doctor appointments, family breakfasts, and picnics. [My middle son danced in an Irish Dance Performance and I confess that I spent as much time admiring the vintage Irish sweater he wore with his costume as I did his marvelous dancing.] Work-places do this also and so we have been attending departmental awards ceremonies, BBQs and cocktail parties.
In the midst of all this fun and excitement, I also enjoyed a visit from my very dear mother and her companion...who, though generally quite supportive of my blogging admonished me that the EROS post was too risque and looked like lingerie. ... ONCE A MOTHER, ALWAYS A MOTHER. I reminded her that I am almost 44 years old and that at my age women better wear things when they look good since they may not get another opportunity. In truth, I'll never actually wear that lovely orange and gold garment...I just loved knitting it and thinking about wearing it.
Perhaps the most important factor preventing me from blogging recently is that I have been hard at work on another blog! This blog describes the preservation of antique roses in the gardens in and around one's community. A link to my new blog is here:
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Rest assured I am still knitting and will be up and running again next week...Happy SUMMER!!!!