Coming off a family high, we are. Except for our granddaughter Taylor, who is working in Seattle, we had our little nuclear family together in Tucson over the past week.
I wouldn’t have felt right about shutting myself up in the office to blog while our kids were here, so I let Paul’s Thing slide for a few days. But everyone went home yesterday so I’ll try to catch up with some photoblogging. Just to help you keep the cast of characters straight, we were visited by our son Greg, daughter in law Beth, grandson Quentin, daughter Polly, and boyfriend of daughter David (who is rarely photographed and will not appear here, having successfully eluded my camera yet again).
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We didn’t have a float in this year’s neighborhood 4th of July parade, but what we lacked in pomp and circumstance we made up for with enthusiasm. There were no spectators this year … everyone was part of the parade, strolling from one end of Sunnywood Estates to the other. The post-parade festivities were at another neighbor’s house, where we shared a potluck brunch and watched the kids swim.
I’d be the world’s worst lifeguard, I think. Not so much in terms of letting kids drown, but by being a total pool Nazi. What is it with the cannonballs and the running, kids? Knock that off right now! This pool is closed!
Happily, we’re having a bit of rain. We got a sprinkle on the afternoon of the 4th, followed by heavy rain during the afternoon and evening of the 5th. I won’t stick my neck out and call it our annual monsoon, not until I see more rain, but hey, it’s more than we got last summer or the summer before. I’m thankful, but that didn’t stop me from grumbling while I swept potting soil from Donna’s flowerbed off the pool decking and patio bricks this morning, a sure sign of a good soaking.