Ramblings

I found Memorial Day to be an odd holiday. It made me homesick for small town charm; old men n' women proudly marching through town, while a sea of bystanders wearing red, white and blue. Then you see a child crying, his joy, a balloon is  floating towards the heavens, as a grandmother scolds be quiet.  I missed the quiet reflection of the true meaning of the holiday; a day to  remember and honor those who have lost their lives serving their country. Later it became a holiday were we remember both; those who had served and our lost loved ones.  In my world yesterday, it was Happy Memorial Day, it is the beginning of summer, it felt odd, no parade, no stones to put flowers on. I guess I could of gone and put them on strangers. It just felt weird. We as a family did have a cookout;  I guess unofficially boating season has begun, first cook out of the season, school is almost out????   Unofficially it is the first weekend of summer?!  Where I am from, (Maine), you might BBQ, but summer if you are lucky shows up the end of June, first of July.  Summer did arrive yesterday, it felt like July. It was 93 and scorching hot. Officially, it was movie marathon day; my husband watched war movies and yelled at the TV.   I'm not blaming anyone, I caught myself say Happy Memorial Day and then wondered, when did that begin?! When did happy attach itself to this holiday?  I do think there is room for both; I do believe we need to reflect on those who have sacrificed so much, for so many. I don't need a special day to remember loved ones lost; I do it at random, like most of you probably do.

My daughter will be out of school today; I'm in shock. I am happy for her, she doesn't have to take any exams.  It is too soon; it is usually the second week in June when school is over. It feels odd to me. Most of her friends won't be out, so she will have the potential to be bored. I have outings planned, but I can hear the groans now. I don't want to ride my bike to the Dismal Swamp, I don't want to go _____, can I have so n' so over later on. Is this a joke on me, have a child home when hardly anyone else is off...augh!  She does have to study for her permit and will nag the daylights out of me to take her driving. We can't, tell your Dad comes home. The vehicle in the yard is a truck; she isn't going to drive the beast. It is huge, a Silverado with a cap on the back.  Every evening I can be tortured some more.  She is easy going and usually easy to please, but I'm not ready for any of this...

I do have a happy post; later today~