I'm off soon to pick up my foster granddaughter for a day at the lake. It's hot and a perfect day for swimming. Usually, the weather makes my plans change with her, but not today. The temperature is cooperating nicely. Soon she'll be back in school, so it's great to have a last fling. I haven't seen her in a month, as she and her family have been gone, so I've worked up a mighty yearning to spend time with my seven year old sweetie. And in a week or so I'll see my four year old granddaughter. An embarassment of little girls. I love it!
My husband is keeping me up to date on the Olympics, and has actually gotten me in for a few moments at a time to see track races, hurdles and the decatholon. I would have seen women's soccer, but had an appointment yesterday, so he went over to our daughter's house and watched with her. The jumping really gets me as well. So hard to fling one's body like a missle. It takes a lot of letting go. It also makes a good image for visualization.
I'm slowly reading a mystery by Tana French, "Broken Harbor", about a murder, a broken family, and the detective who can't quite see how broken he is, and so botches the case. It's thoroughly Irish, and the underlying theme is about the recent economic collapse, especially housing, over there. French is a great writer, and takes her time, because her characters have so much depth and we really empathize with them. It's such a complicated plot that I cannot rush, which is good for me. So if I'm exhausted after my granddaughter, I can sink into my book.
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