Thursday, July 2, 2009
I'm sorry I'm not around much lately. There are quite a few things going on.
But then again, not really much going on at all.
I guess it's kind of psychological and emotional things that are going on. I'm fine, nothing truly wrong, but there is something bothering me. I can't really talk about it on the internet, though. And no, the Captain and I did not break up or anything, so don't trip.
However, it is now July. The summer is just ticking away. Like that old REO Speedwagon song said..."Peeling the years away, and we can't relive it."
I like Independence Day. I don't like being alone for it, though. It's a pretty lonely day if you're not picnicking or boating or something. I'll probably stay inside, stay cool, work on my latest household project, which is my magazine and scrapbook project. I have about 10-15 years of magazine clippings, recipes, decorating pictures and articles that I'm scanning into my computer. I've been collecting these things for years, and I'm tired of the paper, and they're easier to find when sorted and organized in a computer file. Plus, the Captain will need some cabinet and closet space in the home-office room.
I'm such a geek.
Here's something I found of interest. It's the proper etiquette for flying and displaying the United States flag. I like to have a flag hanging from my front porch in the summer. It's such a nice sign of the season for me. It looks nice with the red brick, white columns, and green grass. Plus, I've always loved our flag. I'm just a patriotic girl, I guess.
There's a full moon coming up on July 7th. It's the Full Buck Moon. Bucks begin to grow new antlers at this time. The July full moon used to be known as the Thunder Moon, because thunderstorms are known to flare up during the summer a lot. However, the moon will probably look full as early as July 4th, so that will be nice for the people outside watching fireworks. We do usually have a good little fireworks display at the country club I live on. I should be able to drag a lawn chair right out of my backyard and on to the fairway, and there'll be a spectacular view. I haven't heard anything about it this year, though, so I hope they're still having it. This town is having some hard economic times these days.
"When the heat like a mist veil floats,
And poppies flame in the rye,
And the silver note in the streamlet’s throat
Has softened almost to a sigh.
It is July."
- Susan Hartley Swett (1860–1907)