Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Summer Catch Up

I logged on here to look for an old post and was floored to see it's been two months since I posted. I've been thinking I should really get to writing because it must've been a month since I posted.

Oops? 

It's been easy to forget I have a blog this summer. I've been writing steamy things that won't see the light of day. Just playing with fiction, really. Getting my sea legs and all that.

It's not scary anymore. The process, that is. I am, of course, hoping the horror things I'm dreaming up actually have some disturbing qualities. 

And we've had such a sweet and relaxing summer. We here means Molly and me—Shane's had a great summer, but it's been the 'work your ass until you flop down exhausted and happy after spotting rock climbers, guiding rafts down the rapids, and catching people hurtling toward you high up in the tree canopy' sort of great. There are bruises.



Molly and I have spent a lot of the time Shane's getting battered by whitewater and building rappelling muscles lounging at the lake playing mermaid sisters and the like.

One such day we were role playing in the How to Train Your Dragon 'verse. (The books, because they're fanfuckingtastic.)

So we're there on a floating jungle-gym, acting out a scene from How to Speak Dragonese. We invoke this nano-dragon, the tiny, self-styled Emporer of the Universe called Ziggurastica. And I swear by all that is holy and magical, an actual tiny little dragonfly immediately alights on Molly's knee. 

Our jaws dropped. 

When he flew away, we squealed like we were both nine year old girls who'd just seen an honest-to-Odin bloody dragon.

It was glorious.

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Independence Day weekend my darling friend Marie visited, and Souster and I brought our families to Marie's beloved aunts' house for a potluck. (I pleased myself immensely by making mini-pavlovas that were actually a dessert called Bird's Nests because they turned out crunchier. But they were sinfully good.) 



Any day I spend in the company of these two women is a day my face will hurt from smiling and laughing. Now that we've matured just enough to act a bit like adults, I can proudly announce that these gatherings no longer involve anyone holding another's hair to horf up tequila.

Once, when it was the two wildlings who tended to make the... well, just the worst fucking decisions, it was tequila and champagne. Yes, we did that. And yes, obviously I was one of the two geniuses. 

But this visit was wonderful and there was no hangover. It was pretty cool, that absence of hell in the morning.

And just look at these gorgeous creatures' smiles! Best visit in years, Marie:D


But 
like, what is Megan holding? I was there and she does not have a handful of Marie's boob. Does she? Did I miss groping? What is happening?!

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So I have just under a week of summer vacation before Bird goes back to school, and we're spending most of it camping at ACE with Shane. I will make a valiant effort to be a blogger again upon our return, or at least when I'm a free mommy again.

I may have to pick up a bottle of good whiskey to celebrate the Return of the School Year.

I hope your summer has been as playful and lovely as ours. Sunny happy wishes and big, warm love to you.

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