The Last Hurrah of Summer
I can’t believe that summer has come and gone. Here we are just one day out from the start of school. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised as I have heard a steady stream of mothers beg for school to start, each of them claiming exhaustion as a result of trying to entertain/educate children.
As part of the grand summer sendoff we spent the majority of the day at Universal Studios. It was exceptionally fun watching the children experience it. Little Jack kept asking me to tell him what it was like when I was his age. It wasn’t all that hard, I don’t think that I have been there in close to 30 years.
Although the more I think about it the more I realize it had to be a bit less. I remember going to the Hulk show and the whole Battlestar Galatica area. That probably means that I made it there at least once during the early ’80s.
Anyhoo, the day was action packed. My folks had the pleasure of watching all of their grandchildren attempt to turn the park into their own private playground. Throughout the day Uncle Jack had the burden, er pleasure of carrying children on his shoulders. There are a number of moments that stand out, such as my nephew burying his face in my shoulder when he became scared during the earthquake section of the tour.
He lives out of town so I don’t get to see him all that often. I didn’t want him to be scared, but was pleased that he felt comfortable asking me to protect him.
There was also the moment with my niece. A man cut in front of her in line but she was unwilling to accept it. So she told him that Uncle Jack threw a trashcan a mile and could throw him too. Needless to say the man feared that she was telling the truth and moved out of the way, or maybe he just realized that he had been a jerk, who knows.
The trashcan reference came from Saturday night. Went to my folks house for dinner. Midway through the evening a fuse blew so I went outside to fix it. I was accompanied on my journey by a small dog and a gaggle of small children. Somehow as I stepped outside they managed to get underneath my feet and I came perilously close to falling down stairs and breaking my neck.
I slammed into the trashcan and took out my ire by pushing it out of my way. It was empty, so moving it wasn’t particularly hard. But the children all thought that it was very heavy. If they remember this over time I expect that it will become a part of family legend.
All told it was a fine day punctuated by moments of laughter and tears. And now less than a hour or so since our return home I am in need of some Advil or something along those lines. I have the feeling that the carting around of children may manifest itself in the form of a very sore back.
But maybe not.
Later on I’ll have to write about how the end of summer always makes me sad. Summer is my favorite time of year, without exception.