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Summer of Panic

May 4, 2010

Scene: A little league baseball field. Parents from both teams are standing behind the backstop fence watching and shouting, er, encouraging remarks. A small girl comes running over from the playground to her mother, who is standing next to the bleachers.

Girl: Mommy, I have something in my eye!

Mom: It’s okay. We’ll get it out. Let me see. [Peers into her daughter’s upturned eye]. I see it. It’s an eyelash. Hold very still.

Girl: Okay.

Mom: [Shows girl her finger] See? here it is!

Girl: Can I have it? I want to make a wish.

Mom: Here. Why don’t you lick your finger and then you can press it on mine and take the eyelash.

Girl: Okay. [licks her finger and presses it to her mother’s; She closes her eyes] I wish….I had…a monkey. [She moves her finger and blows the invisible lash away]

Mom: A monkey?

Girl: A monkey. And it’s going to come true because I wished it on my eyelash. [Girl skips back to the playground].

Mom: [Turning to Harriet who is standing nearby] It’s not coming true.

Man from the stands: It might come true. She didn’t ask for a real monkey.

Mom: Good point!
——

I for one am hoping she gets her wish. I think having a monkey in the stands at the next baseball game would really class up the joint.

It’s yet another beautiful day here at Spy Headquarters. A person could get used to sunny and 75. I spent the morning shut up with my computer, but escaped to the Mart of Wall this afternoon for rations and stumbled into the garden center, where I found 6 tomato plants for a dollar. Reader, I bought them. Them along with some peppers, three kinds of basil and something else that I’ve completely forgotten but which is sitting on my back porch awaiting planting. The sun always goes to my head at this time of year and I feel obligated to buy vegetables.

Speaking of which, another asparagus has emerged from nowhere in my garden. It’s weird how they seem to grow overnight. One day I’m weeding a patch of dirt, the next there’s a foot tall asparagus. It’s quite dramatic, although nowhere near as dramatic as the giant century plant growing in The Lass’s yard, which, come to think of it, looks like an asparagus that ate a telephone pole. Hmm. Perhaps I should be cautious with the fertilizer.

I am spending the afternoon of this perfect day largely indoors, alas. I will be coaching chess club and then, after a brief stop at home to make an early dinner, escorting AJ to our final book group of the year. For the first time, we haven’t quite finished the book, which is surprising, since it’s actually quite short — Barbara Robinson’s The Best School Year Ever. It’s the sequel to The Best Christmas Pageant Ever, which AJ enjoyed mightily, and we’re enjoying this one too. We do not tire of hearing of all the terrible things those Herdmans do, nor of all the ridiculous details about snooty Alice Wendleken. AJ loves book group and cannot wait to go.

The endings are beginning. Summer is almost here. Ack. I am not at all ready.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. readersguide permalink
    May 4, 2010 5:21 pm

    Oooh. These look like good books. Good luck with the monkey.

  2. freshhell permalink
    May 4, 2010 5:35 pm

    Monkeys at games might turn even me into a sports enthusiast. And stop about summer. Not ready. I am enjoying weather in the 80’s but I am not ready for summer yet. So, just shut yer trap about it. That’s an order.

  3. teranika permalink
    May 4, 2010 7:44 pm

    Monkey in the stands, maybe. But I hear they make horrible pitchers.

  4. May 4, 2010 7:54 pm

    Keep in mind that we’re watching 8 and 9-year-olds pitching for the first time. I’d say a monkey would have a fair shot.

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