Time’s a Goon

I LOVE SUMMER SO MUCH.  Even when I get tangled up in the pool vacuum hose.  (and no, I don’t know where my bellybutton went in that picture…maybe the whiteness ate it.)

It doesn’t hurt that Paul’s sister’s boyfriend’s mother (did you get that?) has a house with a pool around the corner from where we live.  And she lets us use it pretty much whenever we want.  She even brings us lemonade and pretzels while we float around in the sun, which reminds me of summers in high school when we lived at Emily’s pool and her mom would bring us popcorn.  And now that I’m not doing 3 hour bike rides every weekend, this is what I do instead: lie on my floatie reading my book, drinking lemonade, getting sunburned, and dreading the end of August.  It’s amazing.

Anyway, the book I’m reading above is A Visit From the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan, and I thought it was pretty phenomenal.  Different format than most novels, almost a series of short stories, very fragmented and unconventional in both the narrative and the actual visual presentation.  Really good.  Recommend.

TIME OUT

It is time for one of these.  A quick break from trip posts.  For this:

Paul has this dream of putting Spike in a bag or basket and riding around town with him.

Training has been going well so far.

Does your face hurt?

SB Zoo, circa 1986

I remember this day and specifically this ride largely because, despite my father’s best efforts to convince her it would be a great time (which it obviously was), my mother refused to get on the camel.

Happy Father’s Day to the best Dad ever.