Monday, September 03, 2012
How Can It be September Already?
Life is so grand.
Me and the girlies made up a game in the pool that was our version of baseball – where the ladder is first base and other landmarks on the side of the pool were second and third. We played that game for hours and hours on the hottest days of the year – days when the pool water was tipping ninety degrees Fahrenheit (or 30 degrees Celsius depending on your tolerance for metrics). As soon as you stepped out of the pool you were dry and just wanted to jump back in again.
My little girls force me to stay younger than fifty. Thank God for them.
We travelled a little bit – for ball tournaments and to visit – but more than all else – we just stayed home this summer – because with the pool and the deck and the gardens in our own yard – and the Turtle Club ball diamonds just around the corner – a driver and a wedge shot from the house – how could anyone ever want to pay money to be someplace else that you don't have to be?
Did I ever mention that I love summer?
And summers living in Canada are much more dear because for the other nine months of the year, all you can think about and wish for are these three months of June, July and August.
Like a cruel joke.
I think that when all is said and done – and those final moments of one's life flash before their eyes, my own visions will be of summers from days past – days when I was a kid – and days when my kids were kids and
I was a kid right there with them.
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