Gone Fishing!
Summer… it turns me upside down.
Summer, summer, summer,
It’s like a merry-go-round.
I see you under the moonlight,
All satins and bows,
High shoes with the cleats a-clickin´
But then you let me go.
(Magic, by The Cars, 1983)
It is that time again. When the principal in the family takes a well-earned vacation, and she and I depart to the beach for a two-week stay. I will not be posting during this hiatus, although I will take along my journal and notebook. Kathy and I plan on spending our time reading, lounging, entertaining guests, eating, and resting. Sounds great!
