It's hot in Texas in the summer. Really hot. I have lived in this heat for almost 15 years and generally I like it. Well, don't mind it. I prefer the heat to ever <
When I was a kid, summer was summer. You were out of school and you made the most of it. The weather was hot, sure, but not sooo hot. Not stiflingly hot. You were outside. YOu had free time and you squeezed every second out of those long summer days. Growing up in Texas, my kids are going to be in school on the prettiest days of the year. A large part of their summer break will be spent trying to find air conditioned ways to pass the time. There is something so sad about that for me.
So summer in Texas means getting creative about getting out of the house- and out from in front of the tv. This summer Truitt and I have been making a twice-weekly trip to the mall.Luckily for my bank account, it's not about shopping. The Memorial City Mall has a playstructure in the middle and some old timey coin operated rides. On Tues/Thur when I pick Tru up from school, we have a little ritual. Go to the mall, get a hot pretzel; eat the pretzels while I nurse Mathis; go to the playscape; ride the helicopter or bulldozer on the way out. Truitt really enjoys it- even more so when friends like Kellen and Landon join us.
Two weeks ago Grammy was here and she tagged along as well. Truitt loooves his Grammy!
Of course, no outting is complete with out some sort of injury. Sometimes Truitt causes the injury and sometimes he gets injured himself. This day = fat lip.
But all is well that ends well...
2 comments:
I know what you mean.
However, as children in Houston, we played our hearts out all summer too. Outdoors with friends running all over the neighborhood playing hide-and-seek, comparing numbers and severity of mosquito bites, riding bikes, playing freeze tag, and all those good things.
Cicada shells were both fun and frightening. They attach to your shirt.
I remember each summer my best friend next door and I would spend time conditioning our feet to the hot sidewalks. We would stand as long as possible on the cement and jump back in the grass - by the end of summer our feet were toughened to the heat and pumice.
It does not have to be the end of summer for the boys - it is hot, but as kids you don't notice as much.
C
I was coming to say exactly what Carrie said. We spent pretty much all day every day outside during the summer, only going home when it was time for dinner. Riding bikes, playing at the pool (when I got older), jumping on my best friend's trampoline. We just didn't seem to get as bothered by it as kids.
And cicadas freaked me out. They still do. I love listening to them, but once I see one, it's all over.
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