Health & Fitness
School's out for Summer!
Class dismissed! Two words that made our hearts full of joy when we were growing up.

I saw zero school busses on my journey this morning, so that led me to believe that school is officially out for Summer. I’ll bet all the kids had the same enthusiasm that singer Alice Cooper did when “School’s Out” was released back in ’72. That song was so popular and I remember we all gave a collective cheer when the last school bell rang – yeah!
“No more pencils, no more books
No more teacher's dirty looks.
Out for Summer, out till Fall
We might not go back at all.”
Hmmmm - I wonder how long before those kids are bored?
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Since I often stroll on Emmons Boulevard, I never fail to check out this one particular home which always gives me cause to pause. I’ve written about this house and family several times, notably about the tree house the father built. The front of the house is full of flowers, a lot of creativity and down home “folksiness” of which I’ve got several images already tucked away and ready to use during the course of the Summer.
This vintage desk, pictured above, was on display in the side yard. It got me wondering just how young and small WE were to fit into such an uncomfortable-looking desk? No wonder we squirmed around so much while we learned the three Rs; we had barely any space to rest one elbow and take notes. It was hard and splintery where we sat our bum, while underneath that seat we stuck our gum.
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It was nice to get back on track and walk again this morning. Technically, I guess I could have pounded the pavement a bit yesterday, but it was still damp and foggy and the sky was an ugly dark gray color. But, all was right with the world this morning – a brilliant sun and lower humidity which was perfect for walking. That is, if you don’t mind poplar tree fuzz flying all over the place. Those cottony fibers were a’flyin’ this morning as I walked through Wyandotte. There are so many poplar trees that the accumulated fibers often glom together and stick onto the grass. At a glance they look like snow. My hair was full of poplar fuzz by the time I got home. That kind of white hair, I’m 100% okay with.
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