Braces came off today. The orthodontist’s office really made a production of it, sending her on her way with balloons, a bottle of sparkling apple cider, and a bag of chewy, sugary goodies she should have been avoiding for the past two years. And on top of it, it was crazy hair day among the ortho staff. Photo op fail.
I have no trouble recalling the name of these trees because they always look to be on their last legs, even in Spring. I guess the planners of this deciduous tree-challenged neighborhood thought they’d be just the thing we’d like to see on our morning dog walk. As if they might actually provide some respite from the glaring star that flings its blinding rays at us most days here. Now that I’ve shared them with you, I’m hoping I won’t be so offended by them, and we can just get on with our lives. There, I feel better now.
D is filling out an online application to volunteer at a Senior Retirement Community. When asked to describe special skills/hobbies that she could share with residents, she wrote, “I like coloring and music, playing board games, doing puzzles, walking and playing basketball.” She might be over qualified.
JJ had to go on a work trip, but the kids, dog and I hiked an out and back trail in a canyon about 15 minutes to the east. One thing about living on the edge of civilization; it doesn’t take long to get to the middle of nowhere.
*Title by James.