As summer fades away I find myself clinging onto the last sunny days spent with my kids. Somehow in my mind, summer marks their changing stages of childhood. Sweetness no longer really enjoys playing in the sand at the beach and I wonder how long before Bink will feel the same way. We are making our last trek to the beach tomorrow before they close it for the season. This year Bink still enjoyed hanging with me at the beach, content to make sandcastles while I read or splashing around in the water with me. I wonder if next summer will be different.
We as a family are sucking the marrow out of the last days, while readying ourselves for Tuesday's drastic change. There's still time for a couple more barbeques, a couple of evenings on the porch and looking for that last cicada. I think for the first time, I'm dreading the end of summer more than my kids. I hope everyone enjoys this last weekend of summer.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
As Summer Fades Away
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Your kids have no idea how lucky they are to grow up in a beach town. I'm sure they will remember it fondly.
I noticed the leaves turning already and felt mourning. Usually, I look forward to fall, but now that I have kids who are going off to school, fall feels like time moving too fast.
I plan on sucking the marrow too.
I've yet to see a cicada out here.
It's funny-- my last couple of years as a teacher were awful. For the first time in a few years, I'm not dreading the end of summer.
Lu-I hope so. If property tax is any indication of its awesomeness, this is the most awesome place to live in the world!
Flannery-Kids back to school-check. Halloween costume purchased-check. Leaf bags purchased-check. I think I'm ready.
Grant-Only the regular old annual ones are around now. We never saw any of the red-eyed periodicals in our hood.
Johnny-I'm just having a hard time watching my babies get older. I'm ready for fall.
I know your kids must hate the first day of school ... but I have to admit I miss having today be that special day. The day after Labor Day feels more like New Year's than January 1.
We did enjoy it, thanks. And now my oldest goes to school. I don't mind saying, it freaks me out.
You know, I think I like those last few days of summer even more than the first few days. Something about the bittersweetness. . .
I used to have this tradition of listening to Night Moves by Bob Seger every labor day evening. Try it next year !!!
Marrow sucker! I've been waiting to call you that. What a great description though of the transition.
Hey, Tenacious... I lived in Chicago in 1989/90, and in going through an old box of crap from that era, came across an x-tra lg (though I think it looks more like an reg.lg, maybe because it's 80's vintage), good-very good condition Naked Raygun t-shirt. This is an early one - gold shirt/purple logo, and probably pretty hard - if not impossible -to find nowadays. I'm not a rag dealer, I was just getting rid of old stuff and could not bare to give this to the Goodwill (or anyone) who would not appreciate it. A bit of added trivia value: it was given to me by my friend Santiago Durango (who I haven't spoke with in years, but I hear is a successful litigation lawyer, now(?). I'm selling it for $35 + shipping.
Let me know if your interested and I'll send a pict.
Thanks,
James
the onset of fall makes me melancholy. i love the heat of summer, and fall is when i feel a year older. i need a cup of coffee at cafe express.
Bittersweet indeed.
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