Today is Thursday, June 21st, the 172nd day of 2018, there are 193 days left in the year, officially it is summer and the song Summer Time, and its refrain, living is easy repeatedly plays in my head.
I am remembering the time in my life when school was almost out and a Fourth of July Parade followed by fireworks signaled the start of endless summer days. Some mornings there were swimming lessons at one of the Levittown pools, other mornings I would meet my friend, Vicki Love, under our weeping willow tree to play cards, search for a four-leaf clover or read Nancy Drew Mysteries.
It was not necessary to phone, text or email we made plans the night before as the streetlights went on signaling everyone to go home.
Lunch was either peanut butter and jelly, bologna or tuna fish on white mushy bread, then we walked once again to the pool for an afternoon swim. We may have watched cartoons before the Dinah Shore Show followed by dinner woven with family discussion. The girls did the dishes while the boys disposed of the trash.
We now live in Florida where the kids have been out of school and the days hot since the end of May. The sun is too strong, the humidity an albatross around my neck and I spend most of the day inside wearing a sweatshirt because air conditioning and I do not get along. We will head north to New Jersey in a couple of weeks to a cabin rental on Cozy Lake to visit family and friends and fend off mosquitoes.
I have a long list of books to read because I made a commitment to the Great American Read. So far, I read 1984, The Giver, neither of which was cheery, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland a story of nonsense I returned because it made no sense, and Invisible Man, feels like homework, I will let you know.
In between, I am reading books by Alexander McCall Smith, a favorite author of mine known for the PBS series The No 1 Ladies Detective Agency.
The song, Summer Time is still rumbling around my head causing me to wonder why the living was easy and I have concluded it was not because I was a kid and times were simpler as much as, kids were not allowed to watch TV and did not read the newspaper.
I have news fatigue, so without naming names, decided to dust off my Nancy Drew collection.
Its summer time and living needs to get easy.
. . . . just saying
I quit the heavy duty stuff too and have fallen in love with Louise Penny books. Laying on my porch swing, listening to the music fest in the park nearby, and feel a nap coming on. Ah, sweet summer. Love you, Girlfriend!
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I’ll check Louise Penny Books out, thanks.
I miss those summer days…summer is not the same anymore:(
Thanks for the wonderful memories!
You are welcome . . . .Claudia