No more teachers, no more books. No more batteries made from fruit!
Praise to the Lord Baby Jesus, FSM, and the entire pantheon that the last school project is done.
I still have work deadlines, and I don’t have the kiddies signed up for all the minutes of all the days of all the summer camps, so they are underfoot a bit.
But no matter. I just lock them in the closet. They communicate with me about their needs from time to time via notes, like this one:
And when evening comes, no matter how confusing or lopsided my totally-out-of-routine day was, I’ll enjoy the Delta Breeze.
What’s the delta breeze, you ask? I didn’t believe in the fabled wind when we first moved here five years ago. We came from the Mississippi delta where there is no breeze at all, except the kind that’s hot and wet and has mosquitoes in it.
But here in the Sacramento valley, it works like this: chilly air from the cold ocean current that makes its way up to San Francisco this time of year blows right on inland about 7pm and blows all night, taking us down to the upper 50s or lower 60s Fahrenheit. That is, when it’s not blocked by a high-pressure ridge or some such.
So for a few nights this June through August, or as many as the Lord Baby Delta Breeze sees fit to grant, I will say, welcome summer!
What makes summer special where you live? What will you enjoy this season?