Some blogs that do top-notch jobs find things to post about all off-season. To them I say: Thank You!
But this blog is not one of those. This most blobby blog will resume the closer we get to the season, but for now, my wee friends, it's summer. And that means girls aren't wearing a heck of a lot and patios are open and there's plenty of places to pass out after drinking ridiculous amounts of honey brown. What does it all mean?
Go outside and play.
We still have a few weeks of summer, so I plan on enjoying it.
When I Was Forty Five, It Was A Bittersweet Year - Last summer we trekked up to Goulais. Last summer my father turned eighty. Last summer my parents celebrated fifty years of marriage. At Goulais we ...