Dad hasn’t stopped changing today. From casual outfit to his summer outfit, to his work outfit. Which means that, like a grown-up, bearded, Hop o’ My Thumb, he’s made his path around the house pretty clear. I sort of wish he’d used actual stones instead of dirty T-shirts.
I’m planning on winning the daughter of the year award, so I gather all of the dirty clothes and go up to the washing machines upstairs. I like this corner anyway, and not just because this is where we store the fun holiday decorations.
There were already some clothes waiting to be taken out of the dryer there. Definitely winning that daughter of the year award.
The day is ending and the heat is dying down. Our house looks orange with the last sunlight, and the Pride decoration we never took down shine bright.
Mim and I enjoy this cooler evening on the swings. Like children, we compete on who’ll get the highest.
We’re sort of limited by the fence that is right in front of the swings. Talk about poor placement.
The heat at work was too much for Dad to handle.
It’s on these types of evenings you’re happy you have a pool.
And a cat. You always need a cat to cuddle in your life.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 