Fall(ing)

The temperature may still hover around 97 degrees; people, somewhere, may be hitting the highways for a last gasp of summer vacation; it may have been just the other day that I was titling posts “Summer Snippets,” but  today the house is emptied of children for the first time in months, and here we are — The First Day of School.

There’s a tall iced coffee at my left elbow, and as far as I’m concerned, the cinematic riffling of calendar pages (a la old forties movies, denoting the passage of time) has just taken place, and has without further ado landed us squarely in a new season.

A cooler wind is blowing through.

Good-bye, sherpa-ing gigantic bag of sunscreen swimsuits water wings towels hair detangler flip flops water bottles hair brush dive sticks snacks to the pool.  Good-bye impromptu trips into the heart of the south side for homemade paletas at  La Estrella de Michoacan.  Good-bye  fairy house in the front yard.*

A cooler wind is blowing through.

Hello, Adult Life, it’s so good to see you again!**

I won’t even bother to list the ambitious plans I have for the three mornings a week that on this, the very First Day of School, seem to unspool themselves so luxuriously.

Suffice it to say:  I shepherded the Girleens, clad in their crisp first day of school outfits, to their respective classroom doors, where they said careless goodbyes and dove joyously into their real lives,  and then I came back home and cranked the volume knob on the stereo almost as  high as it would go.

In that minute, if this house had been a car, it would’ve been a Monte Carlo with fancy rims, the bass turned up so high it rattles window frames and splits seams on upholstery.

You know the kind of car I mean.  I am I am I am I am, the percussive beat proclaims, when you’re stuck behind such cars in traffic.  Alive alive alive — as  insistent as a heartbeat.

Same impulse — yes, I had it.  Even though I’m a frumpy mom of 44,  not some gangsta rapper cruising Moreland Ave south of 20.

Cooler winds are blowing through.

*I cannot tell a lie — good-bye also to the house ringing with the words If you and your sister can’t work things out without yelling I’m going to separate you two for the rest of your natural born lives.

** Famous last words.

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2 thoughts on “Fall(ing)

  1. In that minute, if this house had been a car, it would’ve been a Monte Carlo with fancy rims, the bass turned up so high it rattles window frames and splits seams on upholstery.

    You’re so awesome.

  2. Oh my! The possibilities! The possibilities with all that time on your hands. Stay away from the volunteer calls. They want you and they want you BAD!!!

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