Bike on Falmouth Main Street

I was recently reminded of circadian rhythms, which made me think that mine involve not being able to settle down in summer. I have wanted to write, even tried once or twice, to squeeze something out of the creativity tube. Alas, it was dry.and hardened. Too much going on, though you'll not hear me complain about that. Soon enough it'll be me, myself and I staring at French walls and then the writing will come. So as I did when returning to P.S. 8 at the end of each summer, I have stutteringly completed my report on summer vacation.

I ate a lot of seeds and a lot of berries, boring my friends and family with talk of 30 different plants a week. Hypocritically, I'd regularly have a bag of potato chips for dinner. I suppose potatoes are plants....

28 versions of this standby 

Roamed around Brookline on a hot summer night, never wanting to go home

Internally screamed at those who choose, and presumably pay, for public art in Brookline

Giggled when one of us said "let's get a pitcher" which was interpreted as "let's get a picture"

Spunkily went for a 2 mile run in the rain, loving the pine needle patterns made by water runoff

Saved Carin from an premature death at Landmark

Contemplated adopting this as my life slogan

Reinjured previously broken bones in my right hand on this stupid thing which I will never touch again.

Was reminded of my mother by this friendly lad

Proudly taught my daughter how to pack check-in luggage properly

Loved Stanley Whitney at the ICA 

And Chiharu Shiota at the ICA Watershed

Carried a dead hibiscus flower around for a few days because it was so beautiful, but accidentally put it in my pocket where it got crushed, then sent it to its final death in the washing machine. Grieved.

Discovered that some jellyfish have pink sexual organs

Took great delight in this combinations

Worried for our youth

Finally went to a North End Feast

Old People In Carred

Hope you had a happy summer. Off to Aix in 20 days!