Gears are changing here, and I’m not talking downshifting. Hamilton and Emily have landed exciting summer jobs; more about that when they’re in uniform and off for day one next week.
The girls have been signed up for some summer art classes at the academy. Glass fusing, needle felting, fashion design. Hamilton sniffed; I’m not offended. There will always be yard work.
Here are some end of school year housecleaning notes that could make you smile.
For Jane and Chris. I spread the joy. Isn't it lovely.
For Lo. It’s not a coronet, but maybe the next best thing. For Excellence. The director awarded four trophies to his band. The little trumpet player managed it home on the bus, with her trumpet and year end paraphernalia. It’s half as tall as she is.
And last, I think I have moles. I meant to question shovel wielders when I saw one pile of dirt cast into the garden and forgot; today I see it is a tunnel and goes somewhere. No good deed goes unpunished. Give 'em a garden, they take it. Suggestions.