A Big Ol’ YES!
On the first day of Summer I stepped onto my porch and was greeted with this view. And then I went to the dentist.
It’s the first day of Summer and I’m already wondering where the summer got to! Typically, I start writing my “Things to do this Summer” list in May… but I don’t know, maybe I’m losing my edge, but I just haven’t gotten my stuff together this year.
Not that it matters too much, since my list is typically more aspirational than realistic. But I love the process. The first day of Summer feels a bit like Friday afternoon on steroids. The days and weeks unfold in front of me and anything seems possible.
Yes, I will get the tangy porch repainted this year.
Yes, I will make jam.
Yes, I will attack the jungle that is our back yard.
Yes, I’ll keep a list of the books I’ve read and write long dreamy letters to friends and attempt to bake all the things that terrify me.
The first day of Summer is a big ol’ YES!
It’s the beginning of something magical and YES anything seems possible. I have a big ol’ list to prove it.
You know, when I get around to writing it.
Instead, today I went to the Dentist. And that is what happens you don’t plan appropriately. When you forget to seize the moment and command it to your will, er, um, organize your calendar and plan ahead. When the woman at the front desk asks you mid-December when you’d like to come in again, you inadvertently schedule your 6 month cleaning on the first day of summer.
Clearly, I need to start this list making thing much sooner than May!
So, I’ll be writing that list about now. Adding a few more lines to the YES pile. Because, it’s the first day of Summer and really, anything and everything is possible.
Completely Legal Mac and Cheese
IZ’s Fabulous Mac and Cheese
I’ll confess, I’m not a huge fan of mac and cheese. As a rule, I can’t stand the stuff. It falls in the same category as lasagna for me. Great in theory, but in real life, not something I enjoy eating. Which is odd. As they both involve pasta and cheese and well, I have nothing against either of those things!
And like lasagna, I’ve met dozens of people who, through the years, have sworn by their recipes for Mac and Cheese. “Oh, you just haven’t had MY Mac and Cheese” when I confess I’m not a connoisseur. No, I haven’t. And I’m open to try yours, but please don’t be sad when I don’t like it. It’s nothing personal.
But unlike lasagna, (no, really, your great grandmother’s recipe written in Italian won’t make me like lasagna, I promise) there have been a few exceptions to the no mac and cheese rule. The first is my sister-in-law Cheryl’s recipe for mac and cheese. I swear, that stuff is addictive. I have no idea what she puts in it, but I suspect it’s crack. A third serving? Yes, please! Want to take some home with you? Don’t mind if I do. No, no I will not be sharing this huge portion of cheesy goodness with you. I don’t care if YOUR sister made it. I will cut you.
That good. I’d sell out my own kin for it.
Take Your Son to Work Day
Geo and I are off to The World’s Longest Garage Sale. Look, I’m buggy-eyed with excitement!!
