"Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag, and smile, smile, smile."

Today is Primo’s LAST DAY of kindergarten. Sob. My baby is growing up…of course it’d be worse if he didn’t, so...I have Seg and him signed up for a week of zoo camp, a week of neighborhood day camp, and two weeks of daily swim lessons. By gum, we’re going to be busy and we’re going to LIKE it!...there is also plenty of time for lying around, swimming, bike-riding, fountain-splashing, park-going, etc…I am thoroughly pissed that the zoo has rearranged its paths so that you must trek through the entire zoo to get to the polar bears...letters will be written...H and I went to the symphony on Saturday and heard Sarah Chang perform Mendelsohn’s Concerto for Violin. WOW. She was mesmerizing to watch, incredible to listen to, and thoroughly blew me away...afterwards H, I, and two friends went for drinks at a fancy martini bar where the waitress at the table next to us upended an entire tray of drinks on the unfortunate woman behind me...I didn’t wear the dress, I wore a new skirt and a green shirt and my uncomfortable pointy-toed slingbacks...so of course we found an on-the-street parking spot several more blocks from the hall than I am used to...there is good reason I am a librarian: sensible shoes...finished The Plague and I yesterday but cannot seem to decide what to read next...I started rereading Barbara Kingsolver’s Prodigal Summer so maybe I will keep plugging on with that...the fence project has been put on hold until we can get the retaining wall fixed and the steps moved...is NOTHING ever simple?...the no-dig bed seems to be working just fine, the plants all look great...I planted three blueberry bushes yesterday...which explains why my arms are so sore this morning, I couldn’t think of why...I cannot concentrate on a damn thing...I am off to pack up the spicy walnuts for Primo’s teachers’ end-of-year gift...then I must take Punto for a run...we are dog-sitting a friend’s dog, she’ll want a walk too (the dog, not the friend)...I keep reassuring the cats that the new dog isn’t STAYING...they don’t get it, or if they do, they don’t care, they don’t LIKE her...I’d really like to just go back to bed for the day, I am exhausted.