I’ve got two rather dull housekeeping/blog-keeping notes.
First, I haven’t been using my categories much. I’ve found that when I do, say, a weekly listing and mark off the many fabulous items that such a listing it includes, it’s way too much (Art! Nature! Books! Museums! Food!), and then it’s impossible to actually use the categories to find something again. So my plan is to start a new category that’s just time-specific listings, and to use the other categories only when I have more substantial posts on a specific topic, like a particular place or recipes or whatever. Or something like that. I haven’t quite figured it out. But I’m just letting you know.
Second, now that everything’s starting to wind down for the summer, did you do any special programs, day camps, or overnight camps that you thought were terrific or really bad? If so, would you tell me about it, so I can share the information with folks next year? You can either comment or send me an email. Oh, I do thank you.
And, filed under miscellaneous (except that I’m not filing anything under Categories right now, so please stop pressuring me, okay?), I got my hair cut last week. My daughters don’t like it. I picked them up at the airport and the first thing M said was, “Your hair is so short! You have to let it grow long again!” J was a bit more sensitive and subtle. She waited until dinner to broach the topic, “Umm, Mommy, I think that your hair is a little bit nice, but also I think that it would look a lot better if it were a little bit longer. . . .” At which point W declared the subject closed.
Well, you know, I think it’s cute. Except that–and how pathetic is this?–I thought that I’d prove that it was cute with a picture, but I can’t. Just now I asked W to take a picture for me to put into this post. First one: oh, no! that isn’t good hair at all! W suggested a profile, and I turned, and the result was. . . also not terribly good looking. Yikes. W thought the other side was better, and picture number 3 actually did have pretty cute hair. But then my nose and chin were witch-like pointy. Oh, it was depressing. So I’m not sharing a picture, after all.