That last minute seemed like an eternity.
I swear the clock moved backward.
No more pencils, no more books!
Of course there was the required summer reading to do, but wasn’t the last three days of summer vacation enough time to read Stuart Little?
The summer spread out in front of me like a big picnic blanket.
A little of this a little of that.
Nothing to do but think about what I was going to do….
Noteworthy achievements like:
Digging the worlds biggest hole.
Seeing how many circus peanuts I could fit into my mouth.
Testing the duration of a thick piece of chalk by starting a line in my driveway and ending who knows where.
Seeing if it were at all possible to do a 360 on my swing set.
Making a tree house out of odds and ends around the yard.
Finding out if I could somehow contact my dead pets from the great beyond.
Making the world’s longest dandelion chain.
Ditto the gum wrapper chain.
Unraveling a baseball to see what was in the middle.
Listening to every record I owned at every rpm.
My summers were filled with endless quests for meaningful nothingness.
Today I am sitting on my porch and there is not a kid in sight.
No whooping and hollering.
No skateboards or bikes.
No scooters or trikes.
The quest for the world’s biggest hole has been “ditched” to make way for the quest for the world’s greenest lawn.
Clotheslines that used to serve as the world’s biggest slingshots are frowned upon or downright banned in some neighborhoods.
That’s a shame too.
Grown-ups are ruining all of the fun!
I feel like picking up a piece of chalk.
And starting at the end of my driveway
Making a line.
Not caring about:
What the neighbors think.
How much lead may be in the chalk.
What my ass looks like stooped over
I will not care that this is not an important team building exercise or that it will not make me a well rounded individual.
Not going to care a whit that it won’t help my daughter get into the college of her choice.
Could care less that is not an activity approved by professionals within the community.
I’m not gonna give a hoot that it isn’t something that is going to look good on my resume.
I am on an endless quest for meaningful nothingness.
Hoping to find those perfect summers of my youth that have somehow gone missing.
Get out your piece of chalk and join me!
Peace – Rene