Holidays and family and stuff
Hope everybody had a great 4th of July, the sweatiest holiday of the year and one of my personal favorites since it pretty much revolves around food. Not unlike Thanksgiving, my other favorite. Also birthday parties.
The girls and I are in Arkansas, and we had a classic southern small town celebration. First we ordered barbeque ribs and all the fixins’ from our favorite BBQ place, The Rib Crib (don’t you just love that name?) and then my sister Carolyn and her family drove over with us to a parking lot on a hill across from the local mortuary where we set up a bunch of folding chairs and settled in to watch the fireworks display exploding just over the tree line.
Doesn’t get much better than that.
My favorite line of the evening came from my 92 year-old dad, who settled into his seat, smiled and glanced over at my mom and remarked, “Well, what do you know– another fourth of July and we’re still here!”
We picked up Charlotte the Happy Camper yesterday from Brookhill Ranch and she apparently survived two weeks away from the bosom of her family just fine, and managed to have a fantastic time. She talked our ear off all the way back to Nanno’s house, regaling us with a patented stream of consciousness camp report as only our Charlotte can–lots of descriptions of activities, interspersed with funny stories, self-interrupted by great spiritual insights (!) and the occasional “Oh look! A cow!”
I just love that kid.
Here she is explaining the finer points of something or other to her Momma June:
(Picture that pose for like, the next two hours. I don’t know where she gets that. Shut up.)
Today she woke up with a temperature of 102. I’m not kidding. I guess she picked up a virus or something at camp– she did mention something about one of her counselors hurling…
That must be it. If talking too much can give you a fever, I would have been dead years ago.
