Remember when we were kids and we came back to school, we often got that assignment to write about what we did over the summer. Growing up my summers were filled with a repetition of days playing outside in sprinklers, sliding down a small slope on a slip n slide, and if it was a good summer, we got invited camping with our cousins to Lake Comanche. Long hours of hide and seek with neighbors and watching Saturday morning cartoons. There were no vacations. There were no beach days. Those endless days of not much gave me a lot of something I may not have gotten otherwise. My imagination. I read books, books and more books. I daydreamed whole worlds and other lives for myself.
Lately I keep my self quite busy going on weekend trips here and there. August was an extremely busy week at work. There were days I worked from 7 am until 8 pm. I’m feeling pretty beat. Which was why my last trip to Washington was a nice change of pace. I stayed at a friends house and had a laid back visit with perfect summer weather. We visited Dash Point State Park, through rocks in the Puget Sound, and walked along a trail until we found a tree slide. I slid down it too. We laughed when my friend’s dogs fell off of a log into the water. We picnicked in the sun (yes, the sun).
We attempted crabbing but only caught small crabs and had to toss them back. My friend’s fiance already had crabbing nets and we headed to Fred Myer for licenses (cheaper for state residents than visitors). Crabs are better caught as the tide is going out or coming in. We ate a lazy fish and chips lunch in the cute town of Steilacoom, Wa. Just up the street from the Ferry and our crabbing location, was the Steilacoom Pub and Grill.
Later, We watched movies, got a pedicure, and did one short tour of the Seattle Underground. The tour was good, and we learned a lot about the Seattle that was originally built below it’s current street level and poop management in the late 1800s. Rose was a great tour guide, but I was wishing two things by the end: that it could have been longer and that we had signed up for the adults only tour later in the evening.
Now that I am home, work is a little light this week, thank goodness and I can relax back into regular life. Regular life minus one kid, that is. Having a kid away at college is turning out to be a hard adjustment for me. But I think we will get through it. The other day my daughter sent me this text message:
“I don’t think I expected my dorm to feel like home so soon. It makes me sad.”
I did not write back what I immediately thought. Me too kid.