Long days, moderate temps, blossoms and birds---it doesn't get any better than this! Thoreau had it right camping out near the pond. Wonder what he did about the damned gnats, though? No Absorbine Jr. then; must've used garlic rub or something.
Eight students in summer school for two and a half hours---not bad. Squirrelly students, though. Can tell they were in eighth grade last year. Laugh at nothing and poke each other, thinking it's a hoot. Glad I'm past thirteen. Wouldn't mind being nine or ten again, though. No worries and not a care. Ahhhhhh! Blissful.
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