Time to swim against the current a little. I know at this time of year, most parents are overjoyed that the kids are heading back to school. Not this parent. I love all of the things that the girls and I do all summer long. I love being outside with them. I love game nights that start at 9 o’clock at night. I love heading to the local park to shoot hoops with them. I love taking them to baseball games. I love hitting the beach with them. I love attending outdoor concerts with them. But, mostly, I love the freedom that summer allows. Childhood races by at blinding speed, and childhood summers race by even faster. I, for one, am in no hurry to see them end.
Yep, I have those memories too although I’ve hadda adjust mine to “stay the %#&* outta jail”.
Walter Becker of Steely Dan recently passed away so lemme see if I can hook you up with a good number here (below). Becker w/b the guy playing bass and singing in the background by the drum kit. He and singer/keyboardist Donald Fagen pioneered a lot of the music we hear today and yes, that’s Jeff “Skunk” Baxter on guitar for you Doobie Brothers fans.
Chuck was kind enough to impart a few thoughts from his most recent beachside excursion:
Diane (attempting to ask me about the upcoming weather): “How long rain harder?”
Chuck: “What??? You sound like one of the Hekawis from F Troop”.
O”Rourke (to Wild Eagle): “U don’t have to ACTUALLY attack the fort, just send your brave Hekawii warriors tonight and PRETEND to attack so we can make Cpt. Parmenter look like a hero.”
Wild Eagle: “No good O’Rourke. Brave Hekawii warriors afraid of dark.”
(Back to Chuck) Diane and the girls are all killing me at Scrabble yet they are all trying to make me feel better.
Erin: “Your score isn’t too bad.”
Me: “Are you kidding me?? A monkey could eat the bag of tiles and s**t them out all over the board and he would STILL have a better score than me.”
Jimmy: Hey Chuck! You just disrespected rule #3.4 of this website which clearly stipulates (ahem)… “Any writer on this stupid, futile, insanely crazy idea of a blog shall refrain from monkey poop jokes to the extent humanly possible unless it’s really funny”.
(OK, that WAS really funny but if we catch any grief for the Hekawii gag it’s yer ass.)
(Why Chuck and Teresa put up w/me is anyone’s guess but check out MameMagazine.com for more cool stuff if ya haven’t already. Thanks for hittin’ and readin’)
Had the following conversation with my 11 year-old daughter the other day as we were getting ready to head to the beach.
Erin “Daddy, do I need sun block in between my fingers?”
Me “No, sweetie. We’re not going TO the sun.”
A Pre Dinner Observation Made To My Wife:
Explaining to Diane why I’m less than thrilled with my new yellow Cape May t shirt.
“I have two problems with it. One, I can’t squeeze my giant head through the head hole. And two, when I have it on, I look like a big fat highlighter.”
Note from Jimmy: “Diane” is Chuck’s wife and yes, if ya painted his head yellow he would seem to be an oversized highlighter. Even tho I’ve told him to send stuff in (“SIZE 14 TIMES NEW ROMAN DAMMIT!)” , he defiantly insists on torturing me in the editing process. HO, HO, not this time mi amigo!
In reality, I’m always glad to post his thoughts insomuch as he makes feel normal by comparison.