Longing

I am a person who needs time to process things.  I don't think well on my feet.  If I were a whiz at computer graphics, I would make a graph showing how my thoughts improve in direct proportion to time.  But I'm not, so just picture that.

Anyway, it's summer, and there is no processing time.  This very moment my son is talking to me about how no one likes to play tic tac toe with him.  It's because he is unbeatable.  He is trying to talk me into playing a game with him.  I suggested Scrabble.  He is getting it.  Right now.  I have 36 seconds to finish this post.

My kids stay up until I am exhausted in the summer.  It's definitely a drawback.  I do not do my best parenting after 9.  It's a proven fact.  And I don't have that time to look forward to getting something done.  Lee has been kind enough to suggest that I go hide in our room if I want to.

The other thing is all the photos I've taken.  I want to get through them and put up some of my favorites.  Even write about them.  But.  There is no time to think.  I miss that in the summer.

I am going to play Scrabble.  Maybe I will come up with some impressive words and be inspired.  To write.  Or photograph.  At least it's a game I have a chance at winning.

Meanwhile, here are some photos I took that I never blogged about.