What did you do today? My husband is smoking a pork shoulder--I can smell it from my office and it smells heavenly!
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Showing posts with label Fourth of July. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fourth of July. Show all posts
Friday, July 4, 2014
Happy 4th of July!
What did you do today? My husband is smoking a pork shoulder--I can smell it from my office and it smells heavenly!
***
PREORDER print book:
Amazon
PREORDER Ebook:
Kindle (link coming soon)
Nookbook
iBooks
Kobobooks.com
Monday, July 12, 2010
Change of Plans
Pamela Tracy here, middle name: listmaker.
1. Mikey's swim lessons dutifully written in my calendar.
2. Homework done for June's class, due in September.
3. What we're having for dinner all week thought out.
4. Fourth of July all planned out, subs found, etc.
My fourth didn't turn out like it was supposed to. See, we were supposed to go camping. I told everyone who asked, "What are we doing? Oh, we're going camping." "The fourth? Of course, we're going camping?" "That weekend, we're going camping."
I wrote it in my calendar. That means we're doing it. Right? Wrong.
After the extended family bailed, my little family wound up with no plans. That's okay, because I write in my calendar using a pencil. Going Camping got replaced with Going Exploring.
We drove up past Payson, Arizona, and turned down what my husband calls a control road. We spent the whole day exploring. We weren't alone. Apparently, the fourth is a killer Boy Scout weekend (Hmmm, I write suspense. Can I use this. YES!)
We actually followed a caravan up to Camp Geronimo, but could only do a Uey. No trespassers, you see. We then headed for Washington Park. Where we got out and played. The local fire department, one truck, stopped and told us "No quads."
From there we went to a place called Whispering Pines. Imagine living in a tiny community in the woods!
My favorite moment was when we found a stream (everyone else had found it too) and got out to play. I took Mikey down to his undies and he and Daddy built dams. Me, I settled on a rock and finished reading Linda Goodnight's The Wedding Garden.
My calendar is a wonderful thing. It the cheap month-at-a-glance kind, roughly the size of a paperback, but only as thick as a poptart (I've been trying to think of what the thickness was, and my son just brought me a poptart. Talk about timing).
My calendar is a bit like the book I'm working on. It can be changed.
Hook: last minute change of plans.
Hero and heroine: Plumber, teacher
Comic relief: Five year old son.
There are black moments: Mikey fell in the creek.
Perfect ending: Happily Ever After.
Happy July, All.
1. Mikey's swim lessons dutifully written in my calendar.
2. Homework done for June's class, due in September.
3. What we're having for dinner all week thought out.
4. Fourth of July all planned out, subs found, etc.
My fourth didn't turn out like it was supposed to. See, we were supposed to go camping. I told everyone who asked, "What are we doing? Oh, we're going camping." "The fourth? Of course, we're going camping?" "That weekend, we're going camping."
I wrote it in my calendar. That means we're doing it. Right? Wrong.
After the extended family bailed, my little family wound up with no plans. That's okay, because I write in my calendar using a pencil. Going Camping got replaced with Going Exploring.
We drove up past Payson, Arizona, and turned down what my husband calls a control road. We spent the whole day exploring. We weren't alone. Apparently, the fourth is a killer Boy Scout weekend (Hmmm, I write suspense. Can I use this. YES!)
We actually followed a caravan up to Camp Geronimo, but could only do a Uey. No trespassers, you see. We then headed for Washington Park. Where we got out and played. The local fire department, one truck, stopped and told us "No quads."From there we went to a place called Whispering Pines. Imagine living in a tiny community in the woods!
My favorite moment was when we found a stream (everyone else had found it too) and got out to play. I took Mikey down to his undies and he and Daddy built dams. Me, I settled on a rock and finished reading Linda Goodnight's The Wedding Garden.
My calendar is a wonderful thing. It the cheap month-at-a-glance kind, roughly the size of a paperback, but only as thick as a poptart (I've been trying to think of what the thickness was, and my son just brought me a poptart. Talk about timing).
My calendar is a bit like the book I'm working on. It can be changed.
Hook: last minute change of plans.
Hero and heroine: Plumber, teacher
Comic relief: Five year old son.
There are black moments: Mikey fell in the creek.
Perfect ending: Happily Ever After.
Happy July, All.
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