I was so tired late last night when I finally got around to uploading these photos that, for once, words failed me. I stared at the images and decided they probably told their own stories of the day, another anomalously sunny, hot summer scorcher. (Don't worry--we are paying for it today as the deep wet blanketing fog sweeps over this peninsula.
If your kid happens to be the one in twenty who still reads a morning newspaper in America (as referenced in last week's study), there are ancillary benefits. For example, as you are running around your house, getting your 12-year-old ready for soccer camp, your eleven-year-old reads out the headline, "Coyotes Attack Dogs in Golden Gate Park."
This leads to a serious discussion with his eight-year-old sister about how they can defend themselves should coyotes come after them this Saturday at their big sister's wedding, in said park.
Dylan decided his "light saber skills" might come in handy, although he briefly pondered whether patrolling the perimeter of Shakespeare Garden with my (always unloaded) 16-gauge shotgun and his Red Army Cossack hat might not act as a deterrent.
I reminded him he actually has a role in the ceremony -- ring bearer, or usher, or whatnot -- so we'd probably have to leave security up to somebody else. "Anyway, I don't see what's so scary about being attacked by a dog or a coyote or animals like that," he observed. "You can just kick them."
Easy for him to say, practiced Ninja warrior that he is...
Little James came by several times, stealing the show every visit, especially when he started in on his Pavarotti imitation at 11 p.m. That's quite a serious tenor in the making, apparently.
It was also a day of feminine grace.
Now, she has her silver shoes to go with her white flower girl dress, Julia is ready to practice her moves.
I wonder if it is okay that she dances down the aisle?
Beneath her gentle exterior, this girl has a biker's nature when it comes to fights or body tattoos. Both her arms are tattooed shoulder to hand, and most of the rest of us around here are sporting at least one new body ornament as well.
Her experiments with color continue to grace this place. I've moved on to floral arrangements, never an easy or enviable task, but she is deep into achieving a rainbow of effects.
At the end of every day, with all of the complications and interruptions, with emotional highs and lows inexplicably bouncing you around like a bathtub toy on the mighty ocean, there is no sight or sound quite as sweet as a laughing baby with twinkling eyes, surrounded by his admirers.
Whenever we lose hope, it is wise to return to that image, and recover some tiny piece of our innocence lost.
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