July, July, ,July

         There's a saying about bees in July, how they aren't worth a fly (whereas bees in June and May have actual value). On the other hand, a picture is always worth something, no matter what month it is taken in. 

          I actually picked this up (dead bee and all) and carried it inside to show it off. I don't particularly like bugs, and sometimes dead bugs are even creepier than live ones, but it was worth it. 

           I've finally read, for the very first time, The Old Man and the Sea. And three random novels  have also been duly devoured. I've three more books, plus the ones I put on hold, and then I'll go back to the guardian challenge. The three books are non-fiction, which sadly makes things go much slower at the beginning. But I think they'll be very interesting once I actually start them. I know I read way too much fiction, and from the juvenile section too, and I'm hoping I can mature my taste gradually over the next decade. Yes, I'm still idealistic enough to think taste can mature.

            Reading is so nice and relaxing, and I haven't been doing enough of it these past few years. I'm afraid I've become something of a couch potato. In fact, besides a few online obligations, I've had nothing to do all summer until a few weeks ago when I finally got a part time job. It's the best job imaginable. I get to hang out with two of the cutest boys you ever saw, while playing with an incredibly intelligent girl. They're triplets, and they're about sixteen months old. You can imagine how difficult it would be to raise three children all at the same time, but witnessing it makes all the difference. Even simple chores, like groccery shopping, become complicated. 

             I wanted to end this post with a picture of the carnival my family went to  a few weeks ago, but I think I'll show it to you next time instead. Oooh, I have a lot to catch you up on. I better get busy, huh?