Musings on a hot summer day
I’m not going to complain about the sultry weather as I have a strict “I can only complain about one season” policy (and, in case you’re not sure, it’s WINTER), but I will say that I finally relented (for today) and turned on my air. It hasn’t quite hit my second-floor office yet, but hope springs eternal.
Here, in no particular order, are a few things I’ve been thinking about this week.
The rescue of the Thai soccer team. I’m thrilled all the boys and their coach were rescued safely, but’s let not forget the sacrifice of the one man who didn’t make it home: Saman Kunan. I can’t find an image that isn’t subject to copyright, but here’s a tribute posted by his wife that’s heartbreakingly poignant.
The end of the middle child. I hadn’t given a lot of thought to the reality that if most families are having two (or fewer) children, that means there will soon be no more middles. Sure, they’ve been the eternal punching bag (ala Jan Brady), but did you know, for instance, that there have actually been more U.S. presidents who were middles, than oldests (the common stereotype which was likely perpetuated because—another fun fact–many of these were originally counted as “oldest” because they were second to a sister, who, of course!, didn’t count). I’m an oldest myself, but have a lovely middle child and am married to another lovely middle so I’d hate to see middles go the way of the passenger pigeon. Check out the story here.
Middle school literature. Have you ever noticed that there are quite a few delightful books aimed at the age 12-ish crowd? (And I am not talking about you The Hunger Games, though I admit to having read the entire series).
My most recent middle school read: She Loves You Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. It’s about a Beatles-obsessed girl struggling to find her way in the wake of a best friend’s discovery of the cool kids and I thought it was just delightful. Of course, it might be because I’m not a middle school girl and no longer share an address with any (i.e., not watching that kind of angst close up undoubtedly made it easier to read about), but check it out and see for yourself.
The reality that big ugly tennis shoes are apparently in. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that big ugly tennis shoes are only in if you’re 20 and look like Karlie Kloss, but maybe I need to dig out the lovely orthopedic shoes from a few years back (it was following a foot injury, not a fashion statement) and see what happens.
Some how I don’t think these are going to net me a lot of compliments.
Keep cool and have a great weekend!