Summer.  Summer is my favorite.  Mostly because of the positive connotations gained during my schooling years.  Oh, right, I was a teacher, too.  So, until I became a mother (that fateful day, July 2, 2005), summers meant re-lax-a-tion.

Lots of sitting, reading, popsicle-ing.  Some swimming, lots of outdoors-ing.

And always, the summer means we make the tour to see the families.

And we’ll be hitting the Missouri side of that tour this next week, from Saturday to Monday (not the very next Monday, the Monday after that.)

So I may post.  I may not.  I may be on top of things enough to schedule some posts in advance.  I may not.

Just wanted you to be prepared.  In case you don’t hear from me.  I’m not on the side of the road somewhere.  I may be stuck on a train somewhere, behind a boulder.  That happened last time, anyway.

But it all worked out and we go where we were going.

But you can feel free to shoot up a boulder-related prayer for us.  If you feel so led.  Because, though we were completely safe at all times, it would be nice to not have that 1.5 hour delay.

Anyone else traveling next week?