You may be living your best life and having your happiest summer since "Friends" went off the air.
Indeed, I hope you are. But honestly, I can't say mine has made my top 10. Boo hoo, Lisa! Q: What's the matter? A: Only a dystopian world at the moment that causes brain aches and some sleepless nights. But in between there have been lovely days and fun nights and a couple of barbecues. They are restorative.
Summer is in my top 10 of seasons, however. Here are my TOP FIVE!
1. Family. Last week I saw all of my Exhibits (™)! And they all saw one another. (This is a big deal because one of them lives on the Other Coast.) Then this week I saw Mummy B. three times.
the original Tree
Our relationship has changed over the years of course, but I am grateful to have my mother this long. She is a hoot.
2. I LOVE THE BEACH. I LOVE IT. I love to lie on it, fall asleep on it, walk on it, swim at it, relax on it, hang with friends on it, read alone on it, and I don't even mind pouring sand out of the pages of my book when I leave it. So far (July 13) no beach for me yet, though I've driven near one or two. But August will bring some beach weekends, and I cannot wait! In the meantime, there is a fine swimming pool I've had the pleasure of visiting, when the city has been at it's sticky-ickiest.
This will do! Very nicely! I hope you have a watering hole you can use when the weather is almost unbearable.
It's salad season. I ate a Cobb salad for lunch yesterday and a La Scala salad for dinner. (At Joe Allen's in NYC). It's hard to even consider hot food sometimes (aside from broiled freshly-caught fish) and I'm bullish on salad. However, as longtime friends and former radio listeners all know, I don't like beets. I am so omniverous that the beet thing is a little weird, I admit. But beets appear in so many salads. And in so many pictures of salads. I was unwittingly served a salad a few months ago that had -- I don't know what they're called -- pygmy yellow beets? tucked and tossed within it. I thought they were potatoes at first and ate one or two. Okay, they weren't terrible, but they weren't good potatoes either. Anyway, it's nice to eat fresh and actual tasty vegetables in season.
4. I have always loved London from my first visit there at about 12 or thirteen to my last visit 3 years ago. Loving England doesn't make the country feel less foreign, though. It's not just the driving on the other side of the street or the accent. It's not just the different vocabularies (lorry, boot, jumper = truck, trunk (of car), sweater). We're different. You see "The Crown" and you get it. You watch the royal wedding and you get it. But observing a quarter of a million Englishmen and women protest peacefully against the American president is something to behold. I actually wish I were there. If you are a fan of Mr. Trump's [you're probably not reading this blog] let me state my point of view: it's the Non-Violent Expression of Ethics and Values that I appreciate. He can dish it out, but he cannot ever take it.
5. All I can say is I hope Robert S. Mueller, III is having a good summer too. He needs it and deserves it. Don't forget your sunscreen, sir!