Summer has settled upon Seattle with a vengeance, and O – M – G. The days are gloriously warm, the evenings long and full of leisure. Shane played basketball and volleyball with the boys on Tuesday night and came home with a sweat-soaked shirt, a twisted ankle, and mile-wide grin on his face. I met with my book club gals on the lawn of Seward Park last night and watched the last of the sun’s rays glint off Lake Washington. I finally got around to planting my little herb garden tonight, and then we sat on the back patio until 9:00 and ate grilled nectarines over ice cream. In shorts! Until 9 pm! This weather makes me want to end all my sentences in exclamation points! And then I want to crank up Sublime on the stereo and let it rip until the neighbors come over to tell me to turn it down, at which point I’ll hand them a Corona with a lime in it and they’ll shrug their shoulders and join the party. Anyone who says Disneyland is the happiest place on earth clearly hasn’t enjoyed a string of 80-degree days in Seattle…
