Is it really June? Did we skip any months? I can clearly remember eating a lot of chocolate in February around the 14th, and I definitely got a basket filled with more chocolate in March. But are we really halfway through the year already?
Well, before June rushes by completely, like the preceding months, let’s see what happened and what’s in store.
The month starts with local TV stations gently reminding us that this is the beginning of hurricane season along the
Texas coast. So from now until November 30, I
keep one ear on the meteorologists, hoping not to hear words like disturbance or rotation or the dreaded landfall.
And I have good intentions. On the first of the month I start adding hurricane
supplies to my grocery list. Usually, however, by the middle of July I have
eaten and drunk most of my supplies.
I really want everyone to know that this day, D-Day, changed the course of history. Our world might be very different if Allied troops had not crossed the English Channel into
sixty-nine years ago and thereby brought about the beginning of the end of
Hitler’s grip on the world.
This is Flag Day. But in my house, every day is Flag Day.
Father’s Day. My father passed away when I was in my thirties. He was from
Scotland and was funny,
kind and handsome. He loved Mickey Spillane novels and Frank Sinatra and
watching boxing on the television. When I was little, he would take me to The
Tower of London on Sunday mornings, where we mingled with tourists. When I
think of him, I remember what a great dad he was. I was very lucky.
Betty Obermeier, Patty’s mother, celebrates her 92nd birthday. I am honored to say she thinks of me as the second daughter she never had among all those boys. She is not only one of the biggest fans of The Val & Kit Mystery Series, but also one of its best proofreaders. And her computer skills and Facebook savvy make me envious. She is a remarkable and inspiring lady, and I am blessed to have her in my life.
Roz and Betty
My calendar tells me that this is when summer officially begins. But did anyone tell
temperatures reached the mid-nineties way ahead of this date, and let’s face
it, any degree past that doesn’t really matter. Hot is hot.
June 1 – 30
June is traditionally a month for weddings. But I actually went to a wedding in May. My friend who is 67 and has been single for over 30 years married her 72-year-old boyfriend. It was as romantic as any twentysomething wedding I’ve ever attended.
Okay, July, bring it on. We’re ready. And this reminds me, I’ve got to get batteries.