The slow part of summer

No get togethers with any friends this week. The next time I'll see everyone will be the camping trip in a few weeks. I'm glad, I guess, that I'm not stuck with a tutor this summer like Seamus, but the days seem long, and I've read all my Martin Miggs comics. I've got chores in the garden every day, of course. Me and Evelyn do the weeding, since Gran finds it hard to get down in the dirt to do that. Her right knee doesn't work so good. She used to do only flowers, always got prizes for her roses at the local fair, but now she does vegetables, too, of course, like everyone else. She draws the line at keeping chickens, though. But Great Aunt Enid keeps them, so we get eggs from her.

My Great Uncle Algie took Evelyn and me boating on the River Wyre a few times, and that was fun. He'd said he'd bring over some books this afternoon he thinks I'd like, written by someone called Jules Vern.

The house seems so quiet after Hogwarts.