|Me and Kevin. No we're not at a party, we're just standing in the backyard.|
|Now we're in dog poop corner. I mean literally, that's not a metaphor for the US.|
|Preparing to make my sssingle sssolitary margarita|
I love living in the US. As David Sedaris says: "The great thing about living in a country that's not your own: you don't have to take responsibility for the bad stuff and you can take credit for the good." Or something like that.
Thought I'd tell you about the summer so far:
*On Saturday night we saw a wonderful movie called Obvious Child, the most unusual rom-com. I won't tell you about it (it doesn't have hangar appeal) as you won't want to see it and the jokes are too ribald to repeat. One funny line - the 50-something mother of the main character bursts into the room dressed in a long grey cardigan. "Oh you gave me a fright!" says the daughter "You came in like a Ninja Eileen Fisher."
*Once upon a time I used to start signing the kids up for day camps in January: summer became a military operation. This year Harley, 16, has a (well-paid!) job teaching tennis at a summer camp. Oh what sweet words "Bye Mum, I'm off to work!" He is spending three(!) evenings a week learning the Cotillion. He is in the "court" of a girl at school who is having her Debut, a Filipino coming of age. Apparently there is a feast with every practice.
|Four years ago: Jackson, Harley and Cy at carpentry camp|
|Showing the stuff they made|
*Jackson is playing baseball and lacrosse, a new sport for him, exciting but very violent. As with any sport, there is the usual chorus of FatDads who know everything and generously impart their knowledge at every play. After the ref threw one kid out for pushing another to the ground, FatDad next to me yelled: "They're only kids!"
*Cy got a black eye from a flyball in baseball. I went to take a picture of him to send to friends and family, as you do. "Leave it until tomorrow" he said "It'll look much worse." I like the way that kid thinks.
I didn't manage to get to Gay Pride this year or the pink party my friends had the night before, but I have fond memories of meeting the charming Chico's Angels a few years ago.
|Me and Chico's Angels, couple of years ago|
Cue music and loads of hair flicking. Were you Kelly, Kris or Sabrina?