Summer of Forced Fun

Happy Monday! I’m off from work this week with very little planned beyond getting new tires and having my hair done. I’m playing it by ear, although I’d love to take the train into the city one morning to check out a stationery store. It’s also WM’s last week of teaching, which means his summer begins in earnest Friday afternoon. For years we’ve called summer “Camp Pop” because for the dogs, it’s summertime with Pop! I recently scaled back the number of Substacks I pay for, but one of the paid subscriptions I kept is Drinks With Broads, the newsletter from the women behind Go Fug Yourself. In the June 4 newsletter, Jessica mentioned having a Forced Fun Summer. Meaning, we’re going to have some FUN this year, dammit! Last year, WM was recovering from his ACL surgery, and for me it was Hot Caretaker Summer. This year? Bring on the fun.Which, for us, means leaving the house a little more often than usual. Yesterday we saw Raiders of the Lost Ark in the theater. Even though it’s on at…