The scent of summer

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Summer has arrived here.

I remember when summer meant running around the neighborhood barefoot, finding other kids and playing games, running home quickly to grab change when the ice cream truck rang out its tune in the late afternoon… time spent curled up in my room with a book or running through the sprinkler… drinking from the garden hose, selling Kool-aid on the shaded front porch…

Now summer means that there are teenage and young adult men hanging about the house on computers. At least one of those young men must be reminded to shower with soap and shampoo — he is not “fresh as a daisy” nor does he smell like a rose. My house smells like it is lived in by adolescent males. Dirty dishes pile up on the countertops and in the sink while I am at work. (If I think hard enough about it, there were probably dirty dishes piling up in my childhood summer days, but it never really mattered to me because I was a child.)

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Last week, I drove across the state to pick H-J from college. I delivered his packing boxes to him on Wednesday and then backtracked across the lake to spend the night at Mrs. G’s house. It had been over a year since we had spent time together and it was a lovely evening (we took our conversation into the wee hours of the morning) and an equally lovely but short morning. My derfwad cup runneth over.
Then I was back in the insane traffic that belongs to Seattle, where my son was ready to load his boxes into the minivan and close out his first year of college. We drove past the rental house where he will live in the fall and I showed him the house where I lived in my late teens. But enough lollygagging — it was time to get back to our own home.

In the past 8 days I’ve driven 600+ miles, grieved the tragic death of a three-year-old, and noted the 4th anniversary of my mother’s death mere days after learning that another member of our extended family has been diagnosed with cancer. I suppose this helps explain my melancholy mood and lack of blogging.

We’ve got two more cross-state trips to make this month and a special visitor coming from Virginia, so I’m confident that there will be some good blog fodder coming soon.

8 thoughts on “The scent of summer

  1. Lovely photos! I’m happy you confirmed my thought that besides work, you were driving back and forth across the state since your last post. Hugs!

  2. That’s a huge amount of driving. That plus the remembrance and mourning would make a somber mood difficult to shake. I hope that the future trips and visits are pleasant for you.

    Male youths are not the only gender to show up less than fresh as a daisy, in my experience.

  3. I don’t have to do this any longer, but I used to call 30 minutes before coming home so they had time to clean up. I think I must be scary when I lose my shit because it’s not an issue–though I don’t think I will ever be able to make anyone feel the same way I do about the crevices of a toilet.

    So sorry to hear about the 12-year old. I can’t wait to IRL meet you and Heather!

  4. I’m glad you had a little sunshine in the middle of the clouds. I can only imagine the derf awesome level when you two got together!
    There’s a certain aroma around young men, isn’t there? I’m beginning to discover that for myself here.

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