Tuesday, September 2, 2014

The Summer of the Shark



On the eve of the first day of school this isn't a post, it's a love letter, a love letter to a summer well spent, a summer where the old man learned a thing or two from his past mistakes and made it a pretty damn good one for his boyos, you see if you've never been a stay at home you might not understand how utterly inundated the mind can become, especially in the summer time when there are no breaks or respites, it can be either a long slog into hell or it can be livable even brilliant at times... and so this summer i set out to make myself a better daddio and god damn i think i may have done just that, yes of course there were some rough spots but i did my best to keep them to a minimum and remind myself that the boyos are just boyos and that they will make mistakes and they have a shit ton of energy and can fucking punish and pummel when they see fit and that it's all how the daddio shucks and jives and deflects the blows and maintains a cool head and hugs and laughs and high-fives...

And so tomorrow the I-mac heads off to 3rd grade and Nick Disaster gets ready for the big K-garten come the next, a moment that may see his old man get a bit misty seein' as how we spent most of the last two years hanging out on a daily basis, and though it won't be much different it will be and i know it... but it's cool, they gonna do it sooner or later just gotta enjoy it while i can, like this summer, spent swimming and playing hoops and riding bicycles and playing futbol, seeing foreign lands and the bloodiest battle in American History, learning that Milton Hershey was an unmitigated failure before he figured it out, rode roller coasters, saw baseball games, started a tradition called Pancake Saturday mornings in honor of Hemingway's Nick Adams Stories  where the old man has started dropping hints about the other old man and how maybe next summer or sometime this winter i'll go straight off the rails and start reading the stories aloud every Saturday morning thus insuring a lifetime of therapy for the boyos...

And yes it was a good summer for the old man as well, i got to spend a lot of time reading by a pool or in a park, feeling the breeze or the sun, i carted the boyos wherever they needed to go, i grinned like a fat cat as i watched the scenery at Milf City aka the local pool, observed the trophy's and the PTA set, i was one of the few men there every day and like a smart man i kept to myself, content to take it all in, no need to get any more involved than that, besides i had laps to swim and boyos to lift up and toss into the water, but it was quite entertaining and kept this schoolboy's imagination active, like i said previously making elaborate histories for strangers, attempting to imagine their lives, drove stoned and smiling through the suburbs listening to music and staring at the houses, got a bit of a tan, cut down trees, demo-ed a bathroom, built a grill, all kinds of things new and old but alas all good things must come to an end... but i enjoyed damn near every minute of it...


2 comments:

Exile on Pain Street said...

One of mine started 3rd grade today as well. Those kiddies are too young to realize it now but later on they'll develop an appreciation for your sacrifice. And, yes, it's a sacrifice (albeit one with a few nice fringe benefits).

daisyfae said...

The great benefit of having adult children who don't despise me? They will tell me the things i got right, and wrong, raising them...

The summers i took leave without pay to stay home for a month so they could have a proper summer holiday... sleep in, fart around, do nothing and everything, adventures out, and in...

They have informed me that i got that part right. Very, very right.