9 cheap ways to enjoy the summer, part 2

Here you go, part 2 of "9 cheap ways to enjoy the summer, a list in 3 parts."

In case you missed part 1, I'll wait while you check it out. (humming Jeopardy music in my head)

Now that you're back from reading (or rereading) part 1, here's part 2:

4. Catch lightening bugs (or oooohhhh and ahhhh when a sweet, precious child does it)

5. Go to the library. It's air conditioned (It's going to be over 100 degrees here at the beachhouse for the next few days. I'm melting already), has really nice people who work there (some of my best friends are librarians, literally, hi, Lesley), and has great books. A wonderful way to spend a hot afternoon.

6. Sit on the porch after dark (it's too freaking hot to sit out there in the day) and tell stories. Ghost stories, family stories, made-up stories, funny stories--all are even better when told to people you love--and accompanied by homemade ice cream.

So, get away from your computers, get out there and have some good cheap fun this summer!

Okay, not quite the "just the facts, ma'am" list I thought I'd make, but really, everything's better with a little homemade ice cream. Even a list.

Comments

Anonymous said…
looking forward to sitting on your porch next week. But I worry that the lightening bugs will be too hot to light up. We'll see!
8:57 AM
Lesley said…
Hi back at you! Definitely think of your library this summer. We're showing movies for free every Friday afternoon - we had 68 people last week for War Horse.

What else? Sprinklers are good, cheap fun. Yard sales. Go early to beat the heat and claim the treasures.
10:11 PM
Lesley said…
whoops, meant to leave my name.
10:14 PM
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