time's a-wastin'

In my memory, the last days of high school never seemed especially intense. Final exams. Prom. Graduation. It all seemed to just . . . happen. Or maybe I was just more laid-back then. Because the last three weeks of my daughter's high school career have been nothing less than a blur of madness.

But now it's over. And I'm happy to say that it ended well. Which means I can finally focus on myself again. A welcome change. And a necessary one when I check the calendar and observe with mixed emotions Halloween's stealthy approach. The dollar store will be displaying its finest plastic any day now and I'm ridiculously far behind. My well-intentioned Halloween resolution of one prop a month? A complete embarrassment. I think I'm still in March . . .

Moving ahead to July, however, the removal of the kayaks from the backyard shed have revealed some half-forgotten potential prop parts. Triggering memories of nebulous ideas and loosely-formed plans which may yet come to fruition.

But first . . . there's a certain Tusken Raider head I need to work on.