“I am all that I grok.” I wanted to open with a quote from Time Enough for Love about death and dying, but oddly enough the exact phrasing escapes me (from a book I’m sure I could recite backwards and forwards any other day) and I can’t seem to find it online. It was the little rhyme at the beginning of one of the chapters about migrating. It wasn’t important. Groking seems more fitting somehow, anyway.
…does not equal rest and relaxation. At least not in my world. I’m all for a lazy summer. And I guess, between the five (six, seven, eight) of us, we have one. But cram all those plans together, and it makes for a lot of runaround! I have therapy, work, dance camp, tae kwon do camp, girl scout camp, boy scout camp, a week traveling, a couple of overnights I’d like to plan, a couple of trips to the Keys I’d like to plan, visiting to do… man, the summer will be ...