All I want: July 15

Just like I predicted, we’re almost there.

Plane tickets and hotel reservations for Switzerland have been made. Itineraries have been developed. The weather’s looking good, nice and warm all week.

I got my pre-vacation haircut, which I needed, anyway.

Of course, Suzi’s almost done packing, but I actually started. (Shhhh … don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold as “the guy who waits until the night before to decide what he’s taking.”)

We even have a book of German phrases for when we’re in the German-speaking part of the country, so if we run into someone who has chlamydia, we can confidently say “Sie haben eine Geschlechtskrankheit.”

It means “You have a venereal disease.” Either they’re looking to help young medical professionals — it was in a section on sickness — or they’re trying to inform a particular type of tourist.

Before we go, there’s one more thing I’m asking for.

Five easy days. Five calm, drama-free, angst-free days.

Will it happen? Of course not. It never does, but that’s what I want.

What I wrote

I’m not young, but I don’t want to be old, and this week included a lousy anniversary.

Stuff I read

“Ten years is a long time, but it went by quick. And that scares me.” — Savannah’s husband Chad was approaching his 10th high school reunion, and … wow.

Graham’s daughter was a baby, and then she left high school, just like that.

Pea Green ponders the idea of loving oneself.

According to Renata, hangouts for people her age all break down the same way.

Rosie is struggling with the different versions of herself.

Giggles has two weeks left of summer camp. I hope they’re less eventful than the first two.

A publisher rejected Austin’s novel. A publisher has bad taste.

Maybe I should adopt the “con artist” mentality that Sally mentions when writing about imposter syndrome.

Aaron got a spam caller to say something I didn’t think was in their script.

Becky went to the beach. It looks like she had a good time.

Mari’s working on a different way of looking at life.

Betsy also broke out some German … not that German, though.

Michelle had a very strange dream about her husband.

Vee knows that, in the grand scheme of things, losing a pair of AirPods isn’t that big of a deal. But she was still upset.

River spent 7 1/2 hours on the phone to solve a problem, figured out what the problem was … and nothing changed.

The BosssyBabe has gotten though a lot the past couple years, but this was almost too much to bear.

Tweets I liked

And even if you haven’t. It’s an all-time-great movie.

When Harry Met Sally is the type of movie that deserves to be seen again once you’ve forgotten most of it.

— Mikaela Slaney (@MalaySl) July 15, 2022

The views there are pretty good this time of year. (They aren’t terrible the rest of the year, either.)

This view never gets old – Brant Point Light on #Nantucket looks picture perfect from the ferry heading back to the Cape. @capecodtimes #ack #brantpointlight pic.twitter.com/UE7LxHcpFn

— Merrily Cassidy (@cctphotographer) July 13, 2022

If Mix and I ever tried this, we’d probably find some way to get ourselves deported … but we’d have a whale of a time before they threw us out of Scotland.

I have a very limited bucket list, but if somebody wants to fly me to St. Andrews so I can shoot 175 on the Old Course, I wouldn't fight very hard.#TheOpen

— Charles P. Pierce (@CharlesPPierce) July 16, 2022

If the house was burning down, someone would notice. It was a small house. Games needed batteries.

Today in 1979, you roll the goddamn dice on your family’s lives and disable the smoke alarm in order to play some Mattel Football. pic.twitter.com/ENl7O81RZn

— Super 70s Sports (@Super70sSports) July 16, 2022

If you don’t mind, I’ll take some, too, please.

Here's the main thing about peanut butter chocolate chip cookies: please make me some

— Shenanigans (@Shenanigans_luv) July 16, 2022

Preach!

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— Jess (@HartshipJ) July 11, 2022

These Sunday recaps will probably be off for the next two weeks, as I’ll be traveling. I plan on writing a bunch over vacation, but not compiling other posts and tweets.

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