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The duldrumic rumblings of summer begins with rocketry experiments. I give thanks that protective eyewear is issued without my advice.
Part 2 of the Baseball season resumed yesterday. June Gloom has extended into July. When the sun pokes through it’s been late in the afternoon and only for a short dose. The Early Girl and Heirloom tomatoes I planted early are feeling the effects of the lack of sun as they stay small and green. I’ve been practicing yoga on our green basketball court. Starting slow, clad in blue jeans or corduroys I see a flea hop across my mat while in cobra pose. I let it go for now as I silently run through a future gas assault during my next sun salutation.
Stone fruits from friends trees and guerilla black berries picked from our alley during a recycling run occupy bowls on the tables at our house. Silhouetted recyclers equipped with hand wrought poking sticks look like harpooners of old in the bows of whale boats rummaging for bottles and cans in large black and blue bins.
Backwater alleys lined with muscle cars and pick up trucks defy the NO PARKING signs while my crew of boys balance on overturned trash cans and tippy toes manuever their way in between thorned berry bushes like cartoon bears.
As Charlie Brown once said, “I think the summers are getting shorter.” The bamboo hut is deconstructed, bags are packed, surfboards are stowed away and it’s kinda sad this year. The house we’ve been staying at on Kauai since some of our kids were babies is for sale and we may not be able to spend next summer here.
I’ll remember taking Debbie’s blood pressure on the patio when she was pregnant with Simon who was born just a couple of weeks after we got back to the mainland 4 years ago.
I’ll remember all the great meals we made in the kitchen served on the mismatched plates and silverware. This year we made bread everyday and learned that you can’t really put Jiffy Pop popcorn in a microwave oven.
We are fortunate, lucky, and thankful to somehow make the time to and be able to afford a 7 week summer holiday every year. It takes a great deal of planning and work to get away for that long. That’s Debbie’s department. This year was super crazy once again. We had to get our house in Santa Monica in shape not only for renters but for a shoot here Â just 2 days before Debbie left for Kauai with the boys. I stayed an extra day to finish up the job and 1/2 through the vacation went up to Mt. Hood for another shoot.
So, it’s over. Done or as Tolkien said, ” There and Back Again.” Â Back home we are greeted with no phone or internet and our newly refinished floors are… how shall I say, a bit sticky. Hey, it’s better then dealing with head lice like last year. It’s Simons’ 4th birthday today, Debbie is packing the lunches, it’s Pizza Night and the kids better start thinking about Halloween costumes. Life goes on and on. Is it too early to start thinking about Kauai for next year yet?
Today is Simonsâ€™ 4th birthday. Debbie is packing the lunches, itâ€™s Pizza Night and the kids better start thinking about Halloween costumes. Life goes on and on. Is it too early to start thinking about Kauai for next year yet?
We are rushing around, tying up loose ends, getting out of California to slowly make our yearly trek to Kauai. I say trek symbolically because anytime you take 5 kids anywhere it becomes eventful. This year is a bit different, we are renting our house out to total strangers so we need to leave our house in tip top shape. Speaking of symbols, part of the spruce up process is spreading some new gravel around my hand picked Pacific Ocean stepping stones. In a Japanese garden, gravel symbolizes water. I find that amazing. Debbie thinks it looks like kitty litter and the kids think the gravel is a projectile weapon. Well, gotta pack- Aloha!