This one is courtesy of the fridge in my friend Dave’s Nana Flo’s house in Yonkers:

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture or write a letter,
Bake a cake or plant a seed.
Ponder the difference between want and need.

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust.

Remember, a house becomes a home when you can write “I love you”
on the furniture….

In the spirit of Seinfeld, I’ve decided to call this the Summer of Delaney since most of what we do is geared towards what she would think is fun.  The bonus is that we are getting to enjoy summer like we are kids again, too. 

Thus far, strawberry picking with Grammy has been a big highlight.  Delaney, of course, loved eating the fresh berries right off the bush. 

And by the end of it, she looked like a murder accomplice. 

We’ve been hitting the beach, the lake, our camp, the playground, the ice cream stand, the outdoor concerts.  The fun never stops around here these days!

Delaney has become accustomed to the summer time way of life.

John, you bring up a great point.  AshXanga Yoga would be the best!  I always think of fantastic things to post about when I’m in the middle of a yoga class, but somewhere between the studio and my computer it always gets lost.  If there were computer terminals right there next to our mats – or better yet a little yogic guy who was meditating and could read your thoughts and just transmit them onto your site.  Now, that would be something!

I am ADDICTED to Ashtanga Yoga. I think Ashtanga is Sanskrit for “kick the white girl’s ass”, but I love it.