Summer says she was bored a lot of the time – the biology teacher had a monotone. I wonder if she will be bored once that monotone starts saying, “My job in this class is to challenge you who have been coasting.” I can anticipate a period of tension and complaining – two words: science project.

Cameron has the same Mrs. Handley (name changed for obvious reasons)  for English that Quentin had. She and I were opposites in many ways and ever since one parent-teacher conference, Quentin measures  things that don’t help him out in terms of the Handley-O-Meter.

And I went to the gas station and got a gallon of gas in a can for the lawnmower . . . and I mowed the yard. Yes, I really should have a yardmower because the green stuff out there is mostly chopped down weeds, despite the amount of grass seed I have deployed. I sweat a lot and it felt good,  a watery sweat that cleansed me more than it made me sticky. It seemed to cleanse my spirits as well. I was so upbeat I got out the cord to use the hedge trimmer. When it was ready, I looked in my trunk and found out I had left the trimmer at Mother’s.  Bummer.

So I decided to start a small barbecue for hot dogs and right now Cameron is cooking Spam on it. Auuuuggggghhhhhhh. His Great Uncle Lon makes Spam Kabobs with his son Sam and I imagine one day Cameron, his grandpa, his great uncle and cousins will gather for some sort of a fest involving Spam and, gee, maybe bonfires. This reminds me that I forgot to publish a picture of the Spam cookbook LZP sent me. Odd how the word bonfire made me think of that book.

Would you believe me if I reported that Cameron is chanting a song about Spam and is feeding it to Sydney and Shane? The Spam not the chant. Now he is talking about “Spam-bites” as a breakfast cereal . . .

Well, there is one thing that soothes me tonight – School tomorrow.