This

The is the summer my brother died and I did go to the funeral and it was cathartic.

This is the summer I was supposed to visit Bestest, but he won a prestigious writing award and spent a month doing just that.

This is the summer I had to move and I did move, to a better, but cheaper apartment.

This is the summer Bestest had his fortieth birthday cruise and I did not go, but I did in spirit.

This is the summer the prodigal returned and I had to be happy with the direction that took.

This is the summer I decided life had to go on in spite of trying to lose weight, but I gained.

This is the summer I began walking two miles a day with my daughter, but it was hit or miss.

This is the summer I was supposed to save enough money to get my tooth recapped, but I didn't.

And tomorrow I am having that tooth removed, but maybe that would have happened anyway.

This is summer I had my hair professionally died red and I love it.

This is the life of a woman approaching seventy in the twenty first century.

Not bad really.