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So, you might have noticed, or maybe you didn’t, in which case you might be now annoyed, but I’ve come to be a bit what one might call “behind” on these allegedly “weekly” essays. Oh I’ve got excuses, and I’ll definitely be giving them to you starting in the next paragraph, but it’s also worth remembering what the fat kid on my little league team said when we were all trying to decide whether we truly had the heart of a champion: “Excuses are the nails that build the house of failure.” I can’t remember if I’ve quoted that kid on Rainbows before, but about excuses, he was right.
Now, the excuses. At the beginning of June we left for a vacation that involved driving most of the way across the United States. Later we then drove about halfway back and paused again, and then finally we made our way home. It was over three weeks in total and my kids are now professionals at drives that last longer than twelve hours in a single day. We did the same thing back in 2020, and because the kids are older now, it was definitely easier.
As I scramble to catch back up and finish off this essay sequence on context, I’d like to make up for my tardiness by regaling you with stories of our summer travels. So for the next little while, the beginning of each piece will do some regaling, and then we’ll get to the goods.
First up is the story of our toilet situation.
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