June Gloom

A year ago, my son graduated from high school.  He’s living at home still, working, going to community college and figuring out what it means to be an adult.

Next Wednesday, my daughter graduates from eighth grade.  I find graduations from kindergarten and middle school to be pointless and silly but then again, no one asked me.  I will do my part and buy her roses and carry my own beach chair to sit in the field and watch her walk across the stage to graduate from eighth grade.

It’s not a minute too soon, either.  She switched schools after seventh grade and while she insists it was a good choice, I think it was a terrible decision.  Nevertheless, what’s done is done and now, finally, we can move on to high school.

Meanwhile, my mom’s been staying with us for about a month.  I love having her here.  (Hi, Mom!)  When you have a teenage daughter who is prone to . . . um, disagreeing with you about pretty much everything, it’s nice to have a grown woman in the house who thinks you are awesome and smart and successful–as moms do.

My husband started a doctorate program, so he is busier than ever.  He heads to Oregon in a couple of weeks for the on campus portion of his studies.

In my spare time, I’ve been walking a lot.  I’ve been getting in my 10,000 steps a day for the past eight weeks.  The only downside to this is that when you’re spending an hour a day walking/hiking, you are not spending that hour a day  doing household chores or reading.  I kind of miss that hour but on the other hand, I’m feeling pretty spiffy, so no regrets.

June Gloom refers to the weather in my area during this time of year.  The marine layer moves in and our days are cloudy.  I don’t mind because summer sunshine is coming.

And with that, I’m ending this because I didn’t have anything exciting to say in the first place . . . but I realized I had neglected this blog for too long.

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