I’ve been enjoying having my oldest boy home with me so much this summer. He’s a great pal and I like having him here. I had told my kids earlier that I’d pay them a dollar for every mile they ran over the summer. We drove a little half mile stretch straight up the hill from our house and marked it at “the second tree past the canal road trail head”. It is so hot by the time everyone gets up and going that it doesn’t usually happen, but finding little notes like these left quietly by my bedroom door every now and then at 6:30 in the morning from Abe has made me quite happy.
It makes him seem so old and independent to be waking and deciding to head out on a little run. However, this note – with its nonchalant informative tone – made me less happy than the others.
Why oh why am I always battling ants? Am I the only one? I fear I am. No matter how old or new the home, no matter how crumb free the floor, ants seem to haunt my existence every single summer!
But, that P.S. reminded me of something. Doesn’t it stand for post script? Yes, I believe it does. Only, when I was young, I thought it stood for “private secret”. I didn’t arrive at this by myself. I was told by some friend who seemed confident and well informed. Private secret. Weird how everyone would add a very special “private secret” at the end of many a letter. Why couldn’t it ever be in the body? It seems we’d all be rushing straight to the end for the real dirt. And what about the times when there was a P.P.S.? A private PRIVATE secret? Now that is something to be excited about reading. Only, so often these private secrets seemed quite mundane.
Anyway, moving on. Despite the bad news about ants, something came that very same day to make me quite happy. It was this:
That’s right! Another blog book! It is so fun having this stuff right here in a book! That is my third completed! And I’m almost all caught up now!
So, that is the end of this post I guess.
P.S. HAH! You wish. I have no private secrets. Or do I? . . . (No, really, I don’t. At least I don’t think. I just wanted to sound mysterious.)