I'm in the middle of some thick books, so no book reviews this week.
Monday ended up being daddy daughter day, since seven year old was done with school while twelve year old still had finals. We ended up having a low key day, though we went out for a few hours to do errands; mail packages South, buy fairy books at the bookstore, and get groceries.
Twelve year old's last final was Wednesday, in math. She could have skipped it and still gotten a C. Good grades. She's done with school, though she has a two week sleep over camp at the local SUNY school later in the summer, some sort of inner city underprivileged youth thingie (she is underprivileged, her friends have enV2's and horseback riding lessons, she's stuck with a Moto 755).
A few years back, my wife found a Huffy three speed (made in England) on a trash pile, probably very similar to the one in the beginning of twelve o'clock high. We got rid of it to a friend who is getting into three speeds, it was a nice bike, but I don't need three push bikes, I can make down with a road bike and a mountain bike. More room in the garage.
The big maple tree was cut down last week. A forestry dude stopped by to tell us to remove some landscaping stones so they could bring in the grinder for the stump. He told my wife that a sugar maple may not do so well, the street salt might kill it. He recommended a linden, and I'd be cool with that, they're pretty prominent in Tolkien. In addition to the stones and pavers, I should try and save the irises, for the first time since we've lived their they bloomed this spring.
It should be a very low key weekend, twelve year old is going camping with the Girl Scouts for Girl Scout weekend at Six Flag Darien Lake Amusement park. Some of her cousins may show up too, the seven year old does not like scary rides (like twelve year old), so maybe she'll have someone to go on the baby rides with.
I had to throw away my favorite shorts yesterday, they were a pair of thin nylon/cotton blend cargo shorts, awesome for carrying lots and lots in the summer. But they finally gave up the ghost, and were ripping apart like the Hulk's. I tried to roll them up Dangle style, but Mrs. Ha didn't go for it.
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