And so it {summer} begins

Well, school is officially out now and we’re two days into the summer break. About thirty minutes into the first day, I remembered what summer feels like. It can best be described as intense. It’s not that I’ll miss the crazy school mornings and hectic afternoons or that I don’t enjoy the overall slower pace of life for a couple of months, but we’re going to have to establish some structure around here to stay sane because my people don’t really do “slower pace” all that well. This meme pretty much sums up our situation:

And, I believe anyone who has read here for very long knows of which “sister” I speak. If not, I have a picture of her demonstrating her latest scooter trick for reference. Do not try this at home.

So, until we find our summer rhythm here, I’m afraid I won’t be capable of writing many sensible and/or thoughtful posts. But, you know me. I can always throw together something random.

Last week when the girls brought their backpacks home, I found the 1st Grader’s journal. It was full of lots of short stories about various things she had done throughout the year. But, the page below was my favorite. I’m going to assume they were told to write about their favorite Christmas song.

You may be familiar with Carol, but have you ever met Carl? Of the bells, of course. You know we’re all very concerned about gender equality nowadays, so I suppose  if we’re going to sing Christmas “Carols” we best also sing some Christmas “Carls.” It’s just more fair that way.

In other randomness, I was looking at a marketing and writing career page last week when I came across a job posting for an internship at a local theme park. I realize I’ve aged out of the intern category, but I still think it’s fun to see what’s out there in the industry I originally majored in. One part of this posting, though, is so perplexing.

It all sounded pretty run of the mill until I got to the part about temperature tolerance. I mean, sure. We occasionally have some extreme temperatures in this part of the country. And, I can imagine that an intern might sometimes have to step into a freezer to fetch something here or there. Perhaps one might even have to help out in the barbecue restaurant or watch the artisans perform glass blowing demonstrations by a fire. But, I’m afraid working in a theme park in 140 degree temperatures sounds less like marketing and more like Hades. Seeing this post makes me all the more glad I’m way too old to be an intern.

And, speaking of old… The 1st Grader learned to ride her bike without training wheels last night. I don’t know what the typical age is for mastering a bike, but she hasn’t had much interest in learning because her scooter gets her where she wants to go. But, this still seems like an important rite of passage and one I should document. Hopefully bike rides will be another activity we can add to the lineup for our summer days. I just need to get in shape enough to keep up with my other riders!