a special treat. i think of them like going out to a nice dinner. we can all cook a steak with the best of them, but it sure is nice to eat someone else’s—especially when it’s delivered to our seat, and someone else does the clean-up. i’d take a guided fishing trip three times a week if i could. and i’d poke that guide to cook me that steak on the river. and i’d never do dishes ever again!
summer is settling in now and, somehow, it already feels like it’s slipping away. only six weeks left in jack’s five-year-old summer. i’m going to have to make those days count. try 