Good Morning....

It was the ideal August morning...the sun was bright and welcoming and oh what lovely temperatures. Cool and crisp. It seemed especially precious after 10 days of oppressive heat. It seemed to be a gift from the Heaven. Kipper and I (Well, mostly me as Kip has yet to pass that pesky parallel parking bit) drove Gracie to her reading class. We laughed and chatted about High School Musical and her growing excitement over the debut of HSM 2 which airs this Friday! Kipper seemed non plussed. He has never really watched the movie so had nothing to add to the conversation. He tends to favor Westerns. We opened the sun roof and cracked the windows just a bit. The cool air was refreshing, and mingling with the sun's warm rays, it filled me with a renewed sense of how lucky I am to be alive. After dropping Grace off at the school's entrance, I had to smile as I watched her skip into the building. She stopped and turned, "Byeee Mommmeeee and Kippeeeee! See ya later gator!" she yelled with a perky zeal that only a nine year old can usually muster this early! Oh to have that much energy at 7:45am! I drove out of the lot and glanced over at a near by house. I have always loved this home. Brick, probably built in the 60s, very country, very early American in style. It is neat and orderly and just so pleasing to the eye. In the large Oak hangs a tire swing. I was taken by the scene....so classically Summer. So quintessentially American. How could I possibly be sour on a morning such as this?