Oops. I guess I should resolve to post more regularly when there’s not a World Cup on. Fortunately, that’s nearly over. My library books are down to a number that can be counted on fingers*, with none of them overdue. I’m even making headway on finally reading a bunch of loans from friends, which have been languishing disapprovingly on a shelf because I’ve been trying to keep up with the library loans. I have also managed to not kill any of the plants in the edible garden, which means I now need to find out just what one does with a metric assload of zucchini.

I’ve also, in my abundant spare time, taken up genealogy. I may need to turn in a whole new round of interlibrary requests, because I have a feeling the answers to my questions about how representative various branches of my family are of the immigrant experience lie in academic libraries. (I always thought the trip from the old country was a one-way ticket. Not so much.) I’ve also learned that Ancestry.com is addictive- those hints suck you in!

I love summer.

*My own. Not anyone else’s.