Two little birds mentioned in the last week that I’d not updated this blog in way too long. I knew it had been a while, but didn’t think it had been almost two months! I ran into Gwendomama (look in my blogs list for Gwendomama – I haven’t figured out how to link within the post yet), one of the twittering birds, in the grocery store (she was buying those adorable tiny cupcake cones that she’s been writing about). She gently chided me that it had been quite a while. “You know it’s not July anymore, right?” Or something to that affect. Damn. Not only is it not July, it’s hardly August anymore.

My, how time flies when you’re driving.

I feel like I drove the entire month of July. I did carpool, and thank the Goddess for that, but I still spent an inordinate amount of time in the car for the month of July.

Keno, the 13-year-old was at Circus Camp. I was hoping when we signed him up six years ago that he would take the hint and run away with the Circus, but it hasn’t happened yet.

Okay, so that’s a joke that a friend of mine said (her son went for the first time this year), and it’s hysterical when she says it, but it just sounds awkward here.

Probably because I don’t joke like that. I appreciate jokes like that, but don’t have the balls to carry them off . . .

So, Keno was in Circus Camp, which is 40 minutes from our house. It started at 9:00 and ended at 3:00. Panda was rehearsing for Footloose. Her rehearsals, which were half an hour from our house, ran from 12:30 to 5:00.

Now I suppose it could have been worse, they could have been in opposite directions. . . But still. I spent a lot of time, killing time, in town in between driving. Sigh. The kids were happy. I got a lot of reading done (and escaped some of the heat of July as it’s much hotter up here in the lovely Bonny Doon, then it is in downtown Santa Cruz, generally speaking). And the economy got gas money from me, during the peak of the gas prices. again with the sighing.