Is it just me up here in the north or did summer slip away from us? What happened? It’s deceivingly bright outside with the sun beaming down on a frigid, windy day. I had to put on long sleeves and pants and even socks this morning. And I had to get up in the night for an extra blanket. What the heck?
I let the sunny season get away from me this year. I’m that squirrel that didn’t gather nuts and now panicked that I frittered away all the warm days. I don’t even have a good excuse. I didn’t spend each day working my fingers to the bone, or whisking my kids around to amazing places. We meandered around and did the odd thing and poof – fall is upon us. Does this mean I sucked at summer fun? What the heck will my kids say in their “what I did this summer” essay?
I did squat this summer. It was boring. The end of it was weird because my mother kept running around talking about being a squirrel and losing her nuts. I think she’s wrong. She’s got nuts to spare.
Signed Ho Hum.
My kids haven’t complained about boredom or doing nothing. They aren’t impressed about doing the odd day trip unless it’s to someplace wow – like say – Wonderland. Local beach or mini-golf or tennis or the library? Meh. Not so interested. Not a thrill. At least I have the excuse of being old, depressed and tired. What’s up with them? They’re kids for goodness sake – where’s their pep and vigour? Why don’t they hang from the rafters and chant: “Let’s go out! Let’s have fun!” Kids these days. They don’t even realize they didn’t collect any nuts.
If I get on my knees summer, will you come back?