We're back in Ashland after a month of canoeing, campfiring and cavorting. Max's stitches came out yesterday and last Saturday we made it into the local Newberg paper for a noise complaint from the neighbor from our rental house. While the summer has been a rich waterlogged tapestry of sunburns and smiles, I am ready for some peace and quiet in the beautiful Rogue Valley.
My summer reading program, the forty-two year old version ranged inexplicably in various directions:
Esoteric: "Discovering Clairvoyance" by Sanaya Roman, who channels someone named Orin
Personal biography: "She Got Up off the Couch" by Haven Kimmel
Political: Obama's biography
I journeyed to the library with my children in tow the first day we came home this week. I pondered my course of action for my fall reading program with enthusiasm. Utne Reader was actually checked in and I found an autobiography of Steve Martin. Both good signs that point toward spontaneous moments of happiness stolen amidst the preparation of "The official return to school." Now for those few moments....
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