Summer in our neighborhood means that there is never a shortage of playmates.  This group truly astounds me with their ability to play all day long with each other.  They even happily include Shortcake (who adores every one of them).  This photo was taken at the door of a fort made with lawn chairs, a toddler slide, sheets, and towels.  Seven kids were inside, sharing a communal lunch of fresh strawberries, cheddar cheese, crackers, and juice–arranged entirely by the kids.

This day, they were playing some crazy imaginative game, during the course of which I heard these snippets:

“OK, your brain surgery is now finished!  Let’s get out of here!  Quick!”

“…pretend you didn’t know I was an archaeologist.  You know now, but I told you I was just a scientist.  And you’re beginning to ask questions…”

“Oh no!  Something happened!  Dr. C!  Do you know who this is?  Do you know who I am?  (gasp)  He doesn’t know who we are!  Stay here, I need to go check out this alien!”

The entertainment is well worth the 100 popsicles a day.*

*mild exaggeration.  It’s more like 50.

…is the name of my newest blog.  Not at all a replacement for this one–it was just created on a whim to celebrate mistakes.  I’m in search of contributions!  (Unless, of course, you don’t make mistakes.  And in that case, I am flipping you off.  Whoops!  My mistake.)

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If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.  (Henry David Thoreau)

I don’t know how I  feel about this quote, which I’ve only just discovered originated from Thoreau.  I’ve always thought it had to do with marching to the beat of your own drum, and I kind of like my version better, though it is less poetic.  I can make peace with it for the sake of Thoreau, however, by considering that “different drummer” to be the Muse, or that Divine Spark of creative inspiration.  I think my friend Henry David would be OK with that.

If… he weren’t dead. And… if he actually gave a sh*t what Terri Fischer had to say about it.