The journals from my youth (you know, the ones that I'm always talking about) are full of summertime adventures. Camping trips and getaways, and Wyandot Lake (a very small amusement park in Columbus, Ohio) and the pool, and this musical I was in for several summers in a row. Very few vacations are mentioned, since when I was growing up we were not a Family That Vacations. But still, I had good times with friends and boys, that were only mixed in with work (part-time) after the summer before my senior year of high school. Pretty idyllic times I have to say.
Those same journals include at least one exceptionally whiny entry every August bemoaning the fact that I had to go back to school the next day or the next week and that I would never have any fun agaaaaain, and that school would be so awwwwwful. Never mind that a week later I would be writing about all the fun I was having in school, summer seemed especially golden. I remember beautiful days in which I would wake up at 2:30 in the afternoon, stumble into the shower and then head off to a rehearsal of that musical, or a date, or a movie with friends, come home on the late side, and then stay up until 3 in the morning reading or listening to the radio in the dark. Perfect bliss.
You know what summer is like now?
Exactly like the rest of the year.
Down here in the south end of Florida, it has felt like Summer since the end of March. Since the girls are obviously not in school yet, the only thing that marks the advent of Summer for me is the change in the seasonal displays at Target. I saw some great beach and outdoor stuff there today, it must be Summer!
Now that I am part of a Family That Vacations (Or At Least Would Not Be Against It), we still don't vacation in the Summer as a rule, because we seem to need to save all our personal days for things that happen at other times of year. Christmas travel, or visiting family, or short getaways. When do I start getting to take 2 weeks or a month off in the middle of summer to go lay in a hammock by a cabin up on a mountain somewhere? Not a beach, as you are all aware, I am not a beach person, but I would really enjoy a mountain hammock.
Maybe some day when I start playing the Lottery, and win it, and become forever independently wealthy, I will get to lay in a hammock and flash back to the restful summers of several years ago.
Until then I'd better spend more time at Target.
Posted for the Spin Cycle in conjunction with the rest of the Summertime spins over at Sprite's Keeper. Get yourself a glass of lemonade, and start reading!