Contrary to what it appears on my blog,
I am still alive.
I'm still in a bit of the slump I wrote about here
(although I revived from the slump long enough to make two posts,
before diving back into the slump)
but also we are just BUSY.
I know, I know,
(eye roll)
EVERYONE is busy.
We are no different.
We'll be busy with summer activities and traveling,
then busy with school starting in the fall,
then busy with holidays,
...so I guess I'll see you again in January 2019?
Jk.
Good news is that I've pulled myself out of my reading slump,
so my May-June book recap won't be totally blank.
I need short-ish, funny books.
If I see the words "a novel" on the cover,
it goes in the #nope category for me.
and you can expect recaps at the end of June.
And in an effort to avoid this a totally picture-less post,
here's a few photos from Memorial Day weekend.
Don't worry, it's not a recap, just a smattering of unrelated photos.
First up:
How how HOW does a family of 4 need this much crap to go away for 3.5 days?
It's truly embarrassing.
A much more picturesque photo:
My favorite-ever 6 mile run.
Running in the Finger Lakes region of NY is breath-taking.
I've run all over Philadelphia area and nothing compares to this.
Dirt roads, white country chapels, and lakes in the distance.
You'd think I'd have some country music on,
but no,
I listened to "The Greatest Showman" soundtrack the whole run.
The song "'This Is Me" chokes me up every damn time.
Also...
This is NOT a staged photo:
This is father and son "quiet time" at the lake.
Adam has his kindle,
Aaron his ipad,
both with a lollipop in their mouth (not cigarettes!)
Further proof of its non-stage-ness is the piles and pile of sleepgear all around.
That's life at the lake.
Piles.
The OCD in me dies a little every time.
And lastly...
Not from the lake,
but a photo I snapped at the park.
I shared this story on my IG,
but loved it so much I'm sharing it again here.
Aaron and Oliver were scooting around the park.
They collided and wiped out pretty badly.
Aaron's knee i particular was beat up,
bleeding all the way down his leg.
Two older kids, roughly age 8 or 9,
jumped on their bikes and rode to their house a block away to get us bandaids.
For Aaron, bandaids fix everything so soon enough he was up and going again.
It was really the sweetest, kindest gesture,
from kids who didn't even know us.
I hear so much about this generation of kids being spoiled
and selfish
and too obsessed with technology to look around.
But not these kids!
Their little act of kindness totally saved our day,
and I hope they carry this kindness with them wherever they go.