Sunday, July 25, 2010
But I was expecting locusts next ...
Oh June, how you disappointed me! You used to be my favourite month. My birthday month, the month of summer solstice and Father's Day, planting my garden begins in earnest during June...
You began with J's lingering illness (strep throat and other issues) and her extensive absence from school then the news that Nonna was not well - a combination of the seen and the unforeseen for a 75 year old lady - problems with her feet, problems with her eyes. Worrisome. How we fear their getting old.
There was the basement bathroom that had to be renovated due to an emergency and the inevitable delays and expense that that entailed. There was the flooding of the basement just immediately before we left for Italy during that flash rainstorm with R valiantly scrambling to sort it out before we left.
There was the preparation for a twelve day trip abroad, various cat sitters to organize and keys to be dropped off, J's grad trip and graduation ceremony (dresses and shoes to be bought sometimes reluctantly), a NSNIG&F reading at Lola's Commissary and then other readings at the Annex Live and Sweet Tooth.
There was the news that I required minor dental surgery ... ack! Oh yes ... and a tree fell on our car during a rainstorm (this was a different one than the one that caused the flooding) and even though it was a tree on city property the city wouldn't reimburse us a portion of the damage that wasn't covered by insurance.
I sent an e-mail to a friend at that time with a header that said "What next ... locusts?"
But then you redeemed yourself June. On the last day we left for Italy and you made it up to me. Oh June, I think you really do love me!