I was shocked to realize that the Fourth of July is this coming weekend. I think it stems from living in Maine for so long, but I consider the 4th to be the day that catapults us into summer, full throttle. In Maine, you cannot trust the months of April, May, or June, but you can rest assured that the 4th will be ‘summah’. The 5th may be winter, but you’ll have your ‘summah’, even if only for a day.
Since this is our first week off from school, I haven’t had time to transition my mind into chilling through long lazy days, nor has my internal alarm clock stopped ringing. Thankfully, I am still hitting snooze and ignoring it.
For years in Maine, we always had a huge 4th of July picnic. Since we lived on large chunks of land, it was easy to invite everyone within a 100 mile radius. We could set up volley ball nets, play horse-shoes (haus-shoes in maine), set up a kiddie pool and sprinkler, or just turn the hose on and let the kids wallow in the mud. Each year we looked forward to our day of summer.
Since we’ve been back in New York, it’s a little different. We can still have a party, but it would have to be scaled down quite a bit. I fear the first floor of my home would collapse if I had a seventy-five people standing on it at once and nobody wants to eat their hot dog in my damp basement.
So, we are working on new traditions. This year will be different. We live near a baseball field that hosts a minor-league team and there’s a big game Friday night with fireworks afterwards. Then we’re attending a big church picnic on Sunday afternoon and Sunday night we’ll enjoy fireworks in our town. The kids are still excited, but they are unsure if they’ll get a chance to wallow in the mud. On Saturday I may have to let the hose run into the holes that the dog dug in our backyard and let them go ‘smudding’, swimming in the mud. They will feel fulfilled and only my washing machine will be crying in pain.
What are your plans for this weekend?
By the way, thank you for all of your great comments on yesterday’s post. I appreciate the chance to vent and I feel much better now. I’m sticking with this doctor, because a three-hour trip in lake affect snow can easily turn into a three-hour tour the likes of Gillian’s Island, only there wouldn’t be any sunshine or fancy coconut drinks. This doctor has the ability to give my son what he needs and I just need to do my part and kill him with kindness. It’s not really personal against me, he’s just a bit of a pain (with everyone, I’m sure). So I will bite my tongue and pray for him to be blessed by us, even if only in a small way. The end. No more complaints from me….well, for today anyway. 😉