I don’t care what my calendar says about the first day of summer arriving in June, the Arizona Summer has arrived. The sun is out, my kids are free and the pool is calling our names.We started them off in safe little flotation vests for the first few trips, but in a very short span of time my children have become water babies. They’re naturals. As I was in my day. That’s just what happens when you grow up in Arizona, you learn to swim young and you learn to love it. Because you will not feel cool again until November.
It’s coming up on day 3 of summer for us, and I’m already counting the weeks until school starts again. I want to be enjoying this time at home with the kids, I really do. But in this kind of weather, there are only so many places to go. You either slather them in sunscreen and take them somewhere to get wet, or you find a nice air conditioned museum/library/indoor playground to take them to.
We do have a membership to the zoo, but from the moment you pay the $85 fee you’ve already mentally subtracted the summer months right off the top. Even the animals don’t want to be at the zoo in the summer. In fact, the Letter From The Editor of the zoo newsletter was actually asking for suggestions on how to cool down and perk up the poor inhabitants of that fair institution. I’m afraid I can’t help him. And even if I could I can’t afford the gas to get out there. But it never has seemed fair to me that they brought those poor black bears to live here in our heat and sun. Everyone knows you don’t wear black (or fur) during our summers.
So I guess it’s back to the pool again tomorrow. I should have invested in Banana Boat years ago. I could afford to buy my own pool by now.
“Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.” ~Russel Baker
