Until next week ... kisses
If it is August, then you must know whoever you are looking for, the Vineyard is where they will be.
Although many among us are able to relax, rest and repose, there are those who continue carry on and forge ahead. One such person who I would like to recognize this week is Assemblyman Al Taylor.
I feel so gay in a melancholy way that it might as well be spring. But it’s not; it’s summer. Time to break out those killer playlists with maybe something mellow, grab a tall, cool glass of lemonade and kick back.
Summer breeze, summer madness, summertime and the living is easy.
They say the best way to keep cool is to think cool thoughts.
You want to get away, but time and money won’t let you. You want to cool off, but the brutal city heat won’t let you. No worries. New York has a variety of ways to do both and have a good time.
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better to paint a picture or write a letter?
June is busting out all over. I love saying that, which is one reason I love the month of June. Father’s Day, graduations, weddings, anniversaries (including mine!), all kinds of good things happen.
There’s magic in the air, winter’s disappeared, green grass everywhere—it’s summer. Catchy as that sounds, I have to admit I did not make up the phrase.