I have failed miserably at my end of the bargain with my sister-in-law. Yes, it’s been more than three weeks since I’ve posted anything here, not because nothing has happened but because lots has happened (not that most of what’s going on is really interesting enough to write about). I’m also having trouble with the photo situation–James bought a new camera several months ago, and I don’t know how to use it nor the system he’s set up for storing and editing our digital photos. In addition, I’ve been frustrated by WordPress’ policy of blocking Picasa slideshows on member blogs. I’ve thought of moving back to my old no-frills blog at Blogger. Yes, my blogging history reads like a how-not-to-manual for getting and keeping readers–good thing I don’t care about boosting my stats!
When last I spoke, I was getting ready to head down to Florida for a few days. My friend Rachel and I had a great trip down there visiting another friend, Debbie. We spent most of our time at the beach; you just can’t beat the color of that Gulf Coast ocean. The clarity of the water also lends itself to viewing the jellyfish minefield in which you might happen to be swimming (don’t ask me how I know). I think you can view pictures from the Florida adventure by following this link.
Our Independence Day celebrations were pretty low-key, although we were sure to take in the parade at my hometown as we have for several years. Twilight found Junior in the audience for his first-ever fireworks viewing. He wasn’t disappointed (although he was ready for bed long before the show ended).
The big news last week was Baba’s first week at camp. Actually, he’s the first person in my family for a couple generations to go away to camp (for those of you who don’t know, I’m a second-generation camp brat). We decided to send him on Sunday night and by 7:30 Monday morning he was sardined into an acquaintance’s van with two other bushy-tailed boys. I didn’t wonder about him as much as I expected to, perhaps because I was busy with VBS and a visit from Debbie during the week. His first words to me when I arrived to take him home on Saturday morning: “Can I come back next year?” I’d say the week was a smashing success.
It seems the only one of the children who isn’t pulling off “firsts” lately is Margie, and with Margie every day is packed with firsts. 
I’ll keep brainstorming the photo situation.
