Summer – The Way it was Meant to be Enjoyed

While not officially the “summer” season, it might as well be. Glassy eyed people report to the office, tired, sleepy because it’s summer and that means late nights with out-of-school kids, late running baseball games, and boating on the lake till dark thirty. None of those apply to me, however. I’m just tired and sleepy because it’s summer and I shouldn’t have to get up in the morning.

Lazy, hazy crazy days of summer says one song, living is easy says another. Summer conjures up tall glasses of cold lemonade with beads of sweat running down the side of the glass, making a puddle on Mom’s coffee table. Ice cold watermelon cut in circles that just fit the inside of the plate and shooting watermelon seeds at baby brother till Dad comes in then he joins in the fun till Mom appears. Whoops. Then we all are picking watermelon seeds up out of the corners of the dining room.

Walking barefoot through cool St. Augustine grass and laying under a big shade tree, with just a hint of a hot breeze lifting the tendrils of hair off hot sweaty necks. Not having to get up at 6:30 every morning and go to school. Dangling feet in a creek/lake/swimming pool until my toes are all pruney. Standard church of Christ Vacation Bible School, from 9 to 11 the first full week school is out. Two weeks of church camp at Cleburne State Park wearing jeans in hot humid weather; swimming in the lake and starlight devotionals. Cabins cooled by evaporative coolers, so everything feels damp. And mission trips to exotic places like Idaho Springs, Colorado.

There was the Summer Youth Series where once a week we drove into Fort Worth and went to a youth rally, then ate at Pancho’s or some other equally fine cuisine. There was no rushing or having to be somewhere. I was a kid and the grown ups worried about that stuff, I didn’t. The heat didn’t seem to bother me as my brother and I caught what we thought were crawdads at the creek. Summer, just the word brings back such vivid memories, sprinting across hot sidewalks so feet don’t burn, rolling car windows all the way down to get a breeze going. The carefree, unfettered summer days of youth.

Growing up stinks! Oh well, just for today, let’s pretend it’s the last day of school, eat our homemade cupcakes, scoop up our notebooks and head for the door.

Last one in the pool is a rotten egg!

Smiles,

Stevie

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