Gone swimming

So, my actual life, on vacation, is really interfering with my blogging life. I guess real relationships with family and friends are almost as important (sigh) as those with my virtual compatriots, and I couldn’t be happier that my blog has in several cases fostered a greater connectedness with (real) friends not seen often enough. But I am missing something … feel like I’m unplugged from the network.

Perhaps, also, a certain degree of loneliness, like the artist in her garret, is necessary for the resolution of (mental?) dilemmas and conflicts. Certainly some small measure of aloneness (from adults: I’m almost never alone from children, naturally), is required for the contemplation of Big Thoughts (much less Important Thoughts). In the company of other adults of similar persuasion, I find that I am all talked out. Nothing left to say.

We’ve been swimming…

Spot is on the left (gotta love the chub rolls on the arms). Tracey’s Joseph could be her twin in coloring, if not in chub yet.

Check out that dimple (don’t know why I can’t get the picture to be bigger, but, just trust me. Joseph has the cutest dimple. For a boy, anyway. Just kidding. Boys obviously can be cute (and sweet-smelling and delightful). I am just still doing the reverse psychology on not wanting a boy child of my own).

Here are two of my great friends from high school, Tracey and Andrea, whom I still love dearly despite them having only boy-children. I was trying to think which of us looks most like we did in high school. Since I have finally given up on getting an adult hairstyle (sans bangs), perhaps it is me.