Monday, August 08, 2011
It crept up on me this year. I guess the older you get the more you have on your mind and then suddenly one day there is a clue and you feel a bit cheated. You really wish someone had been giving you an update on a regular basis, like those apps you can get for your phone that tell you about bad weather or your bank balance. It came crashing down with a large ďthudĒ last week when I went to Wal-Mart to buy pool chemicals. After playing a cross between Whereís Waldo and Where In The World Is Carmen San Diego, I found them tucked away in a corner near the lawn and garden department. It was just yesterday, wasnít it, that they had their own aisle, festooned with all sorts of floaties and the like? Now the chlorine tablets were consigned to a bottom shelf in a dark corner.
Our neighbor, Vanessa, has been going back and forth for the last week or so and has that determined look on her face when she waves as she motors past. She teaches English at one of our middle schools. Itís a good sign things are gearing up when I see her running errands. School starts tomorrow.
Iíve been so busy fighting disaster and trying to stay above water that I almost missed the sign my birthday sent. It can really be a challenge when you were born in the hottest month of the year. Your gatherings are around the pool and you pray it doesnít rain. No one feels much like eating so you put in a DVD and everyone watches a movie.
It was cooler this morning and I watched the buses make their practice runs on my street. Tomorrow there will be kids huddled on corners, parents snapping photos of the Sammy or Sallyís first day ever. College football begins in earnest and the NFL begins preseason play on Saturday.
Wasnít it just yesterday we were buying sunscreen and insect repellent? Hadnít we just aired out the tent and made sure there were no rips and tears before we set off on a season of camping? Gosh, I just opened the pool last week, didnít I and why were we having such a big barbecue only a few days after the Fourth of July?
Summer slipped through my fingers again. Like a friend you plan on calling for weeks and weeks, summer left without a forwarding address. Oh, itís no cooler, and Iím not breaking out the fall and winter clothes just yet, but all the events that mark her slow withdrawal are clamoring for my attention. I think about my summer ďto-doĒ list and vow that next year Iíll complete it.
Thank goodness there is always a next year.