On my first day of summer, I:

1.  Went to Stanley’s Greenhouse just to walk around and look.  May not sound like a big deal, but implicit in that statement is so much—for instance, the time and freedom to mosey.  There is no moseying during the semester, unless it it stolen over the weekend and paid for by grief and much stress the next week (specifically, Wednesday mornings).  So, I just walked around.  Looked at everything.  And brought home cucumber and moonflower seedlings.

2.  Planted cucumbers where one of the tomatoes died; they will be trained up the fence.  I’ve heard people do this—hope it works.  Planted moonflower in side flowerbed.  I now daydream about moonflowers, opening over cosmos and black-eyed susans, on summer evenings.

3.  Met Mom at Starbucks for our first real hang-out in what feels like ages.  I meant to get back by 3:00 so I could maybe make a cake, but when we checked the time, it was 4:10.  And I had a bad sunburn on my left shoulder and the left side of my face.  I love my mom.

4.  Went to Luke & Jordan’s to see Miles, the new baby.  That baby is about the size of a quart Ball jar.  I can’t believe it.  I could have watched her for hours.  She was asleep most of the time, but when she kind of woke up, she spent so much time stretching, and you would not believe the emotions that moved across her face, one after the other after the other.  Her hand would brush against her mouth and she would purse her lips and make sucking sounds, after which she would wrinkle her forehead up like a raisin and make one breathy little cry, and then she would be calm again.  Fascinating.  Utterly incredible and marvelous.  Sometimes it just blow my mind that people…make people.

5.  Came back home and—since it was Friday night—and summer—we got one of these tasty Newman’s Own pepperoni pizzas and a six pack of the Highland seasonal: Razor Wit.  A witbier.  And, of course, it was all so good.