Today Serena clamored out of the lake and said, “A warm towel! A warm towel!” as she wrapped herself in fluffy goodness. Then she paused and said, “Mama, was there ever a time when there weren’t towels? When towels hadn’t been invented yet?”
“Yes,” I said.
“What did people do to dry off then?” she asked me. “Did they just lie in the sun?”
“Probably,” I said. “I don’t really know.”
“Mama,” said she, “Was there ever a time before the sun, when there was no sunlight, when everything was gray?”
“What about the 1950s?” she asked sternly, hands on hips.
We had a little talk then about the technology behind photography, and how people didn’t always have the power to take color photos even though the world was full of color. I’m not sure she believed a word of it.
In other news, yes, we are at the lake house in Maine, enjoying our long lazy summer to the best of our ability. This summer has flown by in a blur of weekend trips and houseguests and parties, oh my. It’s hard to keep hold of any of it. And so good to finally have more-or-less landed here, in our quiet summer paradise, for at least a little bit of a long time (we’re here for about 10 days).
So far this summer, while I have been studiously failing to update this blog, we have gone to Baitcon and Firefly and camped on a friend’s land and Rio has visited New York City with her dad and also my bestest friend in the whole world moved back to my neighborhood after two years in the Bay Area and it’s been all welcoming her and her family home and hosting them as houseguests while there were renovations going on in their new apartment and then my inlaws came to visit for two weeks from Argentina and we took them on a long weekend up to Maine and Did All The Things and also in there were about a dozen birthday parties and …*whew*
It’s been a lot.
A lot of joy and play and sunshine. My travel meant I managed to miss nearly all the very hot days in Boston this summer while I was coincidentally hanging out in cooler climes. I’ve gotten to do all the swimming and board gaming and grilling and beach lounging and kissing and listening to music and dancing and making s’mores I could possibly desire.
And the results have been wonderful, for me and my whole family. We’re in our bliss. Everyone is relaxed and happy and getting along well. The kids have possibly eaten more ice cream than is strictly speaking good for them. I’ve been indulging in more than my fair share of YA novels. But really, we are a happy crew.
Thank you, summer, for your brilliant and gentle presence this year.