Summer! We Hardly Know Ye!

Yesterday, D and I wandered over to her house and her lovely pool to hang.  D does not get a lot of time to hang in her own space - no more than her parents do.  But yesterday, Little Blue Bunny watched D practice getting her face wet, swimming to the deep end and back.  He was super impressed.  He tried to get his face wet and it scared him.  Poor bunny!

We made him a boat from a juice carton and he lazed while we dunked underneath the water and paddled and just messed around.  Then we went indoors and D found something to do.  So did I.  It was the most relaxed afternoon we've had in months.

Summer has changed. 
Long ago, we slept in. We did our chores and then we went outside.  Everything else was left up to chance; bikes, puddles, clouds, lightning bugs.  We played capture the flag and shadow tag under the streetlamps.
We joined the summer reading club and picked out books we weren't "allowed" to read during the school year.  Nancy Drew!!!  Cherry Ames!!! Hardy Boys!!  GooseBumps (not my generation, but still a sturdy series).

Summer was a huge blank canvas.  Now summer looks like a paint-by-numbers scene.

Day camps - known as daycare during the school year - arts camps, gymnastics camps, dance camps, science camps, sports camps- that's where our kids spend the summer days.  They have to get up as early as they do during the school year because their parents have to work.    If they are lucky, they have friends at camp.  Or, they have grandparents or caregivers who come in to help care for them.  More likely than not, kids are hustled off to care arrangements.

I think that summer leisure is encoded in our DNA as a necessary part of life.  We want the rhythm to change with the seasons.   When we don't get a chance to control our days, we get anxious and testy.  Or, - and this is worse, - we lose the ability to find things to do, retreating into screen time, food or whatever we are told to do by others, whether we want to do those things or not.  BLAH!

Kids don't know or care that summers are different until they start reading books that show children enjoying freedom!  Like The Penderwicks!  Or The Swallows and Amazons.  Gone-Away Lake or  even One Crazy Summer  (OK, that one IS about a summer camp in a hot crowded city but there's a lot of free time in there.)

So, are summers just different or worse or better or something else entirely?  How can things change for the better?

Ah, well, that's fodder for another post.

Let me know about your favorite summer book in the comments.

Invisible Inkling

Well, it is another beautiful day in the neighborhood - the kind of day you just want to grab onto.  Blue sky!  Bright hot sun and a wonderful breeze that is kicking my wind chime around like a hacky sack.  And Hub and I are doing the "Let's do something."  "What do you want to do?"  "I don't know. What do YOU want to do?" thing.  The day's too nice to worry so we drift off and do other things. 

Yesterday, I finished Invisible Inkling by Emily Jenkins, world-famous (or should be) author of many good books.  Inkling is an invisible bandapat who shows up just in time for the beginning of fourth grade.  Hank is not too happy about fourth grade since his best friend, Wainscotting, has moved away so Inkling is a nice distraction.  First, because he's invisible and Hank only found him because the neighbor's dog went bonkers and tried to attack the poor little bandapat.  And second, because Inkling tells the most outrageous and entertaining lies.  Hank's biggest problem in school is a bully who is furious at Hank for kicking the ball into the wrong goal in soccer.  And Inkling's biggest problem is that there is not enough squash in Hank's household.  Bandapats love squash.  So Inkling and Hank have their hands/paws full in this short book for kids in grades 3 and up.  And Harry Bliss draws some excellent pictures - including one of Inkling.   I am hoping that Inkling and Hank return in another adventure.  Do bandapats shed, I wonder?  And if they do, does it matter if no one can see the fur?  Hmmm.

Oh, we saw HP7 part 2 last night.  I want to see it again.  It moved so quickly that I think I missed something important.