June 2015 slipped right past me. It’s my own fault, but it still surprised me to realize that it is now July, and I’m not quite sure where June went. I apparently completely forgot the blog I was supposed to write, which is the first time I’ve ever done that. I would make up an excuse, but I can’t even figure out what would hold water. It happened like this:
In the fall of 2014, my husband and I decided we wanted to throw a big party for all of our friends and family. It’s an idea we’ve been kicking around for a few years now, but 2015 seemed like the right year. I turned 50 this year, we’ve been together for 27 years, the kids are grown and supporting themselves, we just re-did our patio and porch—all good reasons to have 75 people over for a Summer Solstice BBQ. Plus, it would motivate us to get some of those house and yard projects completed that we’ve been meaning to do.
Wow, throwing a big party is a LOT of work! I mean good work, satisfying work, but those last weeks before the party (i.e.: June) are just a blur of days that began at 5:30 every morning and didn’t end until nearly midnight every night. I had started to read a novel in May, but we were so busy, I didn’t get a chance to touch it again until July.
My memories of those weeks is a black hole from which June 2015 will [...]
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