As usual the summer seems to be slipping through my fingers like sand. It promised me back in June that it wouldn’t be in a hurry to leave. “Yeah J, I’m sticking around for a bit. I know I blew through last year but this time it’s different”, Summer distinctly told me back at the beginning of June when the kids left the 2015-2016 school season behind them. But of course -like always- I’m sitting here typing with the faint smell of gunpowder barely making a dent in my nostrils as the charred, plastic carcasses of Independence are slowly not decomposing at various points in my front yard. That mid point summer holiday, the Fourth of July, is but a distant and unseasonably cool memory for us now. The kids are on their final countdown to going back to those hallowed halls of higher education and I’m left wondering where the f**k did the time go?
The swift shell game that time plays with me on a daily basis seems to sting a little more with each passing year. Looking for that elusive “one more minute” is a feeble attempt, albeit on a much smaller scale, to steal away just a few more precious memories before the man in the bright nightgown comes a-knocking I suppose. I’m not worried about death. I just long for the softer moments to linger around a bit longer, that’s all. Maybe it’s that I’m getting(and feeling)older, or having semi-serious surgery back in March that’s put me in a such a melancholy state. I want to savor the moments, but when savoring the moments as they’re happening you pull yourself out of the game, so to speak. You’re concentrating on how you’re feeling, and not just going with it. I guess when I’m looking back nostalgically on holidays, family trips, an afternoon at the cinema, laughing hysterically with the kids for no particular reason at all, a fantastic 20th anniversary meal with the wife, or an evening stroll along the beach then I should be happy. Happy I was in it. Happy that in those moments I wasn’t taking anything for granted. Happy that despite how quickly summer arrives and then leaves, that the time spent was not wasted.
We lit the fuse. We watched it burn down and ignite the colors, explosions, and controlled chaos high above our heads. It was glorious while it lasted.
35 days until summer leaves and school begins. We still have time to blow some more s**t up.