Just so you know, I’m not withering away. Or curled up in bed eating chocolate (though the chocolate is near at hand should I need it).

I’m trying to keep busy with Max, since this is the first summer he hasn’t been in daycare. I’m remembering all of my favorite childhood places and taking him there.

Like Mueller’s Bakery. I remember going there for pretzels when I was younger and donuts in high school. So of course, Max got a big sprinkle donut. Yum.

Or the Mountain Tower. (warning: the web links you are about to click on are archaic. They’re about 10 years behind the rest of the world in terms of web presence here). We got a great view of downtown:

We visited the rock where my father’s ashes (and my grandmother’s) are scattered. That was a special moment…for about 10 seconds before the sun beating down made us run for cover.

And we’ve also hung out with (and made new) friends. And swimming? Let me tell you, Max is a completely different child from the one who would cry and cling to me like a barnacle if he didn’t have a floatie. He’s learned to swim. I’m as proud as I was when he became potty trained.

So don’t worry about us. We’re doing ok. Still trying to find a house. Then it’ll feel more permanent.