For kids, the freedom of June has turned to into the boredom of August. They have resigned themselves to heading back to school.
Parents are shelling out money hand-over-fist for clothes, school supplies, and hefty fees for every program imaginable.
It’s how we say goodbye to summer. It’s time to get back to regularly scheduled life.
Summer. I can’t get over summer. I am an old guy, but I feel like a kid in the summer.
It has been a good one.
A couple of weeks hidden away on an obscure sliver of a barrier island on a Florida gulf coast beach will spoil you. Days of no shirt, no shoes, meals on the patio by the ocean, and gorgeous sunsets with a glass of wine in hand, are perfection for me.
Enjoying a fortieth anniversary spurge with an amazing apartment on the beach was a great idea. (Thank you, Patty.)
Honestly, the summer here by the big drink of water, called Lake Michigan has been unusually cool and fluky. But the big lake makes a fun pretend ocean with its bike paths, beaches, and restaurants. If you are a hardy soul, you can even get into the water during the dog days (but it will still be pretty darn cold.)
From summers past and present, I love…
- Walking along the shore splashing in the water like a kid looking for mud puddles.
- Finding interesting shells or rocks.
- Working really hard on an outdoor project, getting really dirty, being bone tired, but feeling very alive. Stump-pulling and landscaping the yard did that for me this year.
- Drinking a really cold beer when it is all over.
- Absorbing the warmth of the sun.
- The good workout of a bike ride.
- Going to the beach with my grandson, playing with high-powered water guns, and watching him have a heck of a good time with just water, sun, sand, and grandpa.
- Exploring the small town where my grandparents lived via bicycle.
- Baseball games, the playground just beyond the outfield, and the popcorn from the concession stand.
- Our annual Brewers game at Miller Park with good friends.
- Free outdoor concerts. They are everywhere around here. Many along the big lake. Jazz, Rock, Blues.
- Getting really close to the stage to watch a great bluesman. I can’t not smile at that point.
- Cooking anything on the grill.
- Wiener roasts!
- Fresh tomatoes and corn on-the-cob.
- Any kind of carny food (county fair, state fair, festival, whatever). Deep fry it. Charbroil it. Smoke it. Put it on a stick.
- Backyard fire pit.
- Fishing for anything, anywhere with my grandpa.
- Sitting with my grandpa, in an old springy metal lawn chair, under the evening shade, with the cicadas rhythmically chirping.
- When it is all over, air-conditioning.
Care to add to the list?