There’s been a number of articles recently about the number of teenagers who are once again not taking on summer jobs (http://www.usatoday.com/money/ companies/management/2008-06-05-summer-jobs-ceos_N.htm).

Summer is upon us, which means any schedule that might have existed during the school year has completely dissipated. Wally and the Snapper are in and out at odd hours—actually, more out than in, which wouldn’t be such a bad thing except they have tendency to take my car when they go out.    

George and I were shopping at Costco’s, loading up on supplies for Wally’s graduation party.  I had sent the invitations, monitored the RSVP’s and done a menu plan, all while George was away.  I went to the store with the plan and a list in hand.  Five minutes in, I abandoned any ownership of the party planning—in the interest of our relationship and my own safety.

I called Rebecca. I said, “Caroline Kennedy was right – Obama really is like her father. He’s Jack Kennedy, redux!” and Rebecca said “Now you sound like Maureen Dowd.”

I took up weights this past winter.  I bore easily in the gym and was looking for something to distract me.  I also wanted to be ready for that day that George announced it was “Digging in the Garden Time”.  This is a time of year that strikes terror into all of our hearts.