Here I sit in my sunroom on the final weekend before I go back to school. I have loved the summer my entire life…I can still hear the sounds of summer coming through the open windows of my childhood home in Boston. The traffic, the elevated Orange Line, and the
birds pigeons cooing on the eaves of our home. Summer was and still is freedom, longer days and life in bloom.
Summers of Childhood
City Hall Plaza, Boston…Summer hula-hoop contest circa 1970 something
One of our famous Canadian vacation photos.
The summer after my freshman year of high school I was changing schools, a much-needed move. The movie Grease was blowing up the box office although I had yet to see it; the music was playing on all the stations. I knew all the words to the most popular songs and sang them at the top of my lungs just like Olivia Newton John, so here I am again singing about summer days driftin’ away and looking back at some of the good times of this summer. (Technically the last full day of summer this year is September 21, but for a teacher, it is the last day before he/she goes back to school.)
Monday means back to reality and of course, the reason I receive a twice monthly pay check for ten months of the year (a minor, yet important detail…the health insurance is pretty good as well). Since I have stated that my intention with blogging is an outlet from teaching I will try not to dwell on what is ahead…which admittedly is even with some excitement, but don’t tell too many people I have a reputation to consider.
So here are some of the sights of summer that never made it on the famed blog:
A Milkman’s Daughter
(I think I have 12 followers…a whole dozen)
To celebrate our 28th anniversary in June we held a yard sale to get rid of 28 years of our stuff, the Son-sters cast-offs and so on.
We traveled to the Family Matriarch’s beachfront home on the south shore in Massachusetts for the 4th of July holiday. My brother-in-law, the Kitchen King put us to work on lobster patrol. We ate like royalty for 5 days.
Back in Maryland the Hubster and I enjoyed some local bay beauties.
Hubster was holding out with sandcastle photos from the beach…he just sent this to me on my phone.
We watched this tall ship come over the horizon and make it ways to the inlet. It eventually docked between 3rd and 4th street on the bay side.
When I returned home this is what I found:
The entire bounty of tomatoes for this summer.
The vegetable garden takes ….the walk of shame.
As you can tell the Hubster and I lead a life with the movers and shakers…the photo biography of summer proves it. The only thing missing was some extended time with the Son-sters. Since I don’t want them to forget their wildly popular parents here are a few photos from summer days long driftin’ away:
Hard to believe
we they were that young.
We taught them everything they needed to know about sandcastle building…a life skill for certain.
Our kayaks sat idle this summer….hello Son-ters are you out there?
Well looking back I can see no one will be shedding tears for us…I have a few more novels to finish reading, a potential weekend trip to the beach and perhaps a farmer’s market visit. I am writing this on Saturday by the time you read it I will be in school. Hopefully you will hear from me again.