It’s summer so my thoughts naturally go to when summer was actually fun, like, oh, 30 years ago. Summer has lost its’ luster as I’ve aged. What used to be a magical time of endless nights, has become a hot, humid, bug-bitten, boring season filled with endless chores that seem to multiply daily. I’m usually asleep by 9:30 and awake before 5. What fun!
I thought adulthood was going to be great. Ha! What little I knew. I thought summer nights would always feel like a movie or at least a low-budget music video. I thought the music would always be good too. I didn’t know it would end in 1985. Sure there’s been a few good songs here and there but music isn’t even close to the talent it was from the 1950s-1980s. My sixteen year-old daughter even thinks so. Yes, she has finally seen the light. She thinks Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’ is an all-time classic. I have done my job as a parent. Now I have to introduce her to Janis Joplin and Fleetwood Mac.
I thought freedom of adulthood would mean I’d be free to do what I wanted, when I wanted. What a laugh!
I’ve been trying to for three months to just to find time to go to Rock Springs, a local nature center, to try out a new lens I purchased almost five months ago. I haven’t been able to squeeze the time in yet.
I did happen to take a couple photos in my backyard early in the morning before I had to head off to the salt mines. Such little moments give me confidence that there’s still life to enjoy out there, but I sure don’t get to experience much of it anymore.
Well, I guess when I was a kid, my world was pretty much my parent’s yard and the neighborhood. I didn’t get to venture out of it very often either, so I guess there isn’t that much difference. Maybe I should just start going out in my yard and catching lightning bugs, and riding my bike around until the street lights come on. But what fun is that, if I don’t have a parent at home to test the limits with? I am the parent.
I really do miss having a neighborhood pool. If there’s anything the Home Park area in Decatur is desperately missing is a neighborhood recreational facility with a pool. I wish the park district would focus on these types of facilities for Decatur neighborhoods because it would help retain and attract residents. Summer is just so boring without them…. and hot! Plus we’re all fat and we hardly ever talk to our neighbors anymore. Heck, I don’t even know their names.
Anyway, I am going to trying my darndest to get out with my camera this week and maybe even catch some lightning bugs.