well, we'll good on the hazy part -- not so much the lazy. Much running around has been done. The sister officially moved into my tiny apartment for (essentially) the whole summer and is comfortably ensconced in an office four doors down from mine at work. I have discovered that, yes, I still love her and she's my favorite person on the planet usually, but LORD, is she slow. So ever-lovingly slow. I think it comes from the fact that we sent her down South for four years in college. There, she acquired the ability to spend two minutes turning a sink on, three removing the toothpaste cap from the toothpaste tube, and don't even get me start on how long it actually takes her to brush the teeth -- suffice it to say, many a fruit fly has been born, lived and died in that time. And, oh yeah, she doesn't have a car. Which, out here in West Bumble, is a huge problem. So I have to drive her everywhere she has to go. Somehow, she always has to go somewhere, every single day. The Ann Taylor. The shoe store. The bookstore. The Best Buy. The grocery store. oh my god, the grocery store. The child (who weighs about nine pounds) eats like a small horse. It's appalling. By contrast, I like to get things done quickly, so as to get to the lying-around-on-the-floor faster, and I hate running errands, saving them for Sunday afternoon, which already sucks by virtue of being sunday afternoon. So, between the care and feeding of the sister, and the ever-hectic (what, you never make up your own words?) of work schedule, I but a mere shell of a girl. Even my long-weekend vacation at a beautiful Lake Champlain resort was exhausting, because there was so much to do and see and eat that I think I got about seven minutes of sleep the whole time.
Such a contrast to summers as a kid, where all I had to do was lie in a hammock, read every book in the local library, hang out in the pool and have sleepovers with my friends. hmph. Anyone got a time machine?