So last week we had a long weekend by the sea in Netanya (I forgot my camera), went to the Library Ice-Cream Party in the park (also no camera) and bought pizza for supper on the way home (couldn't face cooking), and got the OPV against being carriers of polio (two drops on the tongue, DD: "it tastes like lemon!"). We wimped out of the Kite Festival at the Israel Museum and we thought Moonlight Movies had finished until I found DD watching it from her bedroom window.
I'm more than ready for kindergarten to start but not so ready to go back to school myself - I rather like the lazy get up when you please sort of life. On the other hand, I'm beginning to feel slothful and, if the truth be known, a bit bored. In short, I've wound down and now I'm flaking out.
When I was a child my mother's friend used to organize The Last Hurrah of the summer holidays. I remember a picnic in Cassiobury Park one year when we were very young and a Concert at Kenwood, also with a picnic, when we were older. Last year my friend in London posted pictures on fb of her "End of Summer" garden party.
It's too hot here to go out between 10am and 5pm (well for us wimps anyway). We are wandering around the apartment aimlessly and wondering how to fill the final day of too much freedom. DD has played all her games, I've made my work action list but it's a waste trying to start it whilst hanging out with a 4yo.
Suddenly I notice DD scratching her head. Yippee, something to do! I get out the lice comb and the hair conditioner. Now that's something I don't remember happening in London. Sorry no pictures - can't be bothered.
What was your Last Hurrah of the holidays?