I started blogging to get back into the habit of writing, not to keep everybody up on the oh-so-momentous happenings of my exciting life. A zillion years ago I had to come up with something for a column for the Daily Aztec -- even if I had a big zilch. Time to get back to that and try to say a little something every day or so. Earth-shaking words and side-splitting humor not guaranteed.
Sacramento summertimes are not conducive to doing anything, writing included. I'm looking out the window at the playground and it seems to be too hot even for the kids right now. The slides would probably melt their Pampers. Usually there are boys skateboarding and little kids riding bikes and teenagers sitting at the benches (smoking pot sometimes I think -- oh well) and young moms and not-so-young grandmas watching the littlest children play. Our own little girls enjoyed the playground and I used to be one of the watching moms not quite a zillion years ago. That's how I made my first Sacramento friends. We bought this house to be close to it and have never regretted that decision. My desk faces a window looking out at it and it still brings me much pleasure.
Here is to playgrounds and to hot summers. May the ice in your lemonade not melt until your straw makes slurping noises!
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