Oh, oops - that other article dated today was supposed to run on "discuss articles" Monday. But it's there now. So I'm gonna go ahead and do a celebration post today and skip Monday:) Because my sis and her family will be here, and because you already got Monday's article.
Speaking of sisters, I love sisters. I love that I can not talk to my sisters for weeks and they don't get mad. And things are fine, and the same. I love that we are a ready-made posse. I love that we can fight but I never worry that they will stop loving me and I never think of stopping loving them. I love that they are SO LOYAL. (Loyalty is a theme with me). I love their honesty when I'm wrong and their encouragement when I'm actually getting it right. I love their sense of humor. I love their permanency in my life. I love that they get me. I love them. Tons.
I also love my friends who are like sisters. I have a few in a few different states, including NY:) A sister friend doesn't always have to be someone we've known for forever. But her friendship is comfortable. Let's be honest - female friendship can be a mine field sometimes. You wonder if that friend is offended, if this one feels left out, if they think you are neglecting them. Ugh! I don't think I am particularly good at being a friend. I can tend to forget birthdays and other important dates. I can be offensive. I can crawl into a hole and disappear for awhile. I can get in moods where I over-analyze everything. So I tend not to keep acquaintance friends very well.
But the girls who are friends like sisters - who still talk to me like it hasn't been 3 weeks, who forgive my trespasses against them, who love me for who I am, who help me be brave, who totally have my back - I love you. Thank you. Several of these girls read (and contribute) to this blog, and I just want you to know that even though this summer has been a blur and we have been slogging through our separate little piles of crap I still appreciate you and couldn't live without you. I think you are amazing, inspiring, and anyone who thinks otherwise, send them my way and I'll set them straight.
Even if we don't have sisters, or sisters who are friends, we probably all have someone who is a sister friend. And our world is inhabitable because of them.
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Friday, August 5, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Welcome Summer!
Summertime! It hit an almost unheard of 97 degrees here in CNY this week. (Thank goodness I have one of the houses in the minority with central air conditioning).
My kids are not out of school yet. They are aware that the majority of the country is on summer break and are vocal about how unfair it is that they are not. This has not stopped them from daydreaming about the things they would like to do this summer.
Remember that - the luscious anticipation of no school for weeks? The looming stretch of lazy summer days where you could spend so much time doing whatever you wanted? Especially when I got old enough to ride my bike all around town, that freedom was intoxicating.
I looked forward to picnics with unlimited amounts of my favorite food and big softball or volleyball games or water balloon fights and what seemed like minimal adult supervision. I loved staying up until the sun went down, which was much later than my school bedtime, and chasing fireflies or playing flashlight tag, or going for ice cream. I remember snatching up with delirious joy any invitation to go swimming (we did not have a pool in my yard). I played tennis for hours, hit every jungle gym in every park in town, made forts under friend's porches. We took trips to lakes, including the one my grandparents lived on in Northern Wisconsin, which was the uncontested highlight of every summer.
Don't you still look forward to summer? In Michigan, it meant days on the dune beaches of Lake Michigan and camping trips to the UP. It meant I could plop my preschooler in the trailer and bike everywhere. It still means barbeques with friends and excursions to the farmer's markets. We will take trips with friends and just with our family, and we will swim in lakes
Maybe it's because winter is too darn long and rough, but Northern summers are heavenly, and I am celebrating that another one is here.
My kids are not out of school yet. They are aware that the majority of the country is on summer break and are vocal about how unfair it is that they are not. This has not stopped them from daydreaming about the things they would like to do this summer.
Remember that - the luscious anticipation of no school for weeks? The looming stretch of lazy summer days where you could spend so much time doing whatever you wanted? Especially when I got old enough to ride my bike all around town, that freedom was intoxicating.
I looked forward to picnics with unlimited amounts of my favorite food and big softball or volleyball games or water balloon fights and what seemed like minimal adult supervision. I loved staying up until the sun went down, which was much later than my school bedtime, and chasing fireflies or playing flashlight tag, or going for ice cream. I remember snatching up with delirious joy any invitation to go swimming (we did not have a pool in my yard). I played tennis for hours, hit every jungle gym in every park in town, made forts under friend's porches. We took trips to lakes, including the one my grandparents lived on in Northern Wisconsin, which was the uncontested highlight of every summer.
Don't you still look forward to summer? In Michigan, it meant days on the dune beaches of Lake Michigan and camping trips to the UP. It meant I could plop my preschooler in the trailer and bike everywhere. It still means barbeques with friends and excursions to the farmer's markets. We will take trips with friends and just with our family, and we will swim in lakes
and wade in creeks.
We will hike and canoe in the Adirondacks. I will forget to put on sunscreen and a hat and ruin my skin and hair. I will sustain a large number of mosquito bites, especially when I am pulling weeds in the morning in my garden. 
We will pick fresh berries
and make pies and muffins and just eat them raw until our bellies can't hold anymore. I vow to squeeze every ounce of wonderfulness out of every sunny and warm day this summer. Maybe it's because winter is too darn long and rough, but Northern summers are heavenly, and I am celebrating that another one is here.
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