It should be that we have more songs for the summer holidays. I don’t remember song lyrics without singing them 9 millions times. Christmas carols are lodged in my brain, mostly. Memorial Day is such a good day, a good holiday. But thinking about what it means for veterans, for Americans, for families – it is harder to remember the purpose and not just thinking 3 day weekend! Woohoo! Oh, look, they have a sale on summer gear. Let’s go! Shiny.
Everyone had a whiny day here. It probably would have been better if we had woken up early, gone to a parade, visited a cemetery. All of our beloved dead are not buried anywhere around here. And maybe it would be just as meaningful to pay homage in the abstract to the honored dead who made our casual freedom boring and soft. Isn’t that we all want, the boring freedom, when you worry about jobs and grocery sales and good schools? When I read a book about the start of a war, I hate the idea of losing that carefree freedom. The horror of war sound, well, horrible, but having to narrow life’s focus to merely surviving. Keeping your children safe, quiet, fed, dry. The agonies. The incredible agonies.
This long view should make our day of whining and crying and grumpiness more bearable? Less possible? Who am I fooling? I do hope today was a blip and not a view of summer boredom. I filled out the calendar, trying to sketch in all of the places we’ve agreed to be for the next 3 months. First, I have to say Rob knows how to fill in Saturday after Saturday. Second of all, we’ve made the children the Disney deal – if we walk the 1228 miles it takes to go Orlando (over the next 2 years) we can fly there. And the only way we’ll get there in the 2 mile increments the children walk is if we don’t just walk on Sundays. I should take the kids nearly every day. And the bright and outrageous early summer we had complete with 90 degree weather makes me not want to. I spent all winter truly lamenting living in the frozen tundra. I don’t like it that cold. And this warm spell makes me say I don’t like it this hot. Seeking tepid mild temperatures. I suppose then I’d miss fall or some darn fool thing.
Soon it will be June. June is pretty jam-packed. July is pretty full with the options to make it more full. August is blank slate. A week of swimming for Miranda. A week in Door County for all of us. And that’s it. No t-ball, no summer classes. We’ll have to break out the museums and zoos. And visit the local pool.