Well, the weather is nice, and I have decided that this summer I can get a tan. The last couple of summers I have remained pale from slaving away in a hot coffee house for all those crazy addicted people who still want to drink HOT coffee on stinking HOT summer days. Now that I have escaped the Timmy's summer hell I have a job where I can enjoy the summer sun and fresh air as it was meant to be enjoyed. I go for long walks every morning, then play in the sand box, or at the park, (with my young charge of course). In the afternoon, after nap time, there is the community pool down the street. This is shaping up to be a great summer. The last summer I actually got a tan was the summer between highschool and university. I was working as a wilderness counsellor for a camp in Ayr. We went on canoe trips every week, and boy did I get a lot of sun. Even with all my hat and sunscreen, you could see the triangle from my teva sandals very clearly. The next summer I was treeplanting, then working in an office. (For those of you who are wondering, you must treeplant in long sleeves, or else you will be covered in bug bites, not a tan). Part of me really doesn't like tan lines, or the modern obsession with tanning. I would never want to be really brown, especially not from a tanning salon, or something like that. Just as much natural sun as I get is fine with me. I always wear my hat to keep the sun off my face at least, and usually pants, or a long skirt, because I am too lazy to keep my legs shaved, even when it gets really hot. (No one really notices swimming, I think, and if they do, tough). Working at the Tim's was partly a good excuse for me to take up my old fashioned ideals of pale as beauty, and tanned as working class...how tastes have changed. Now a tan signifies either that you can afford to sit in a tanning salon, or to take a trip somewhere south with lots of sun. No one wants to be pale anymore. But I still think tan lines look dumb. :P