I'm watching Summer '08 officially end as I type this. It's being sucked away, grain by grain, by the jumpsuits at my local car wash as they perform the season-ending de-beachification of the Manly Minivan of Uncoolness.
Before bringing the minivan in, I did my best to empty its contents -- the debris and spent remains of our two-week expedition to the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
Petrified French fries and whined-for, now-forgotten fast-food kiddie meal toys.
Broken CD cases and scratched DVDs.
Half-melted crayons and half-colored sheets of paper.
Chipped sea shells and several sunscreen-stained pairs of sunglasses.
Then I found some non-beach memorabilia.
A heart-shaped necklace Thing 1 left in a cup holder since late June, taken off because it didn't match the pink jeweled flowers in her newly pierced ears.
An orange parking pass from a minor league baseball game attended by me and my soon-to-be sno-cone engorged children in early August.
A wrinkled receipt from CVS detailing the cost to develop doubles of 216 photos we took during a tag-along on My Love's business trip in London. All the free reprints I had earned from this expired last week.
Stray golf balls from my weekend attempts to socialize with people other than those born in or after the year 2000.
Yesterday, the Things spent a glorious, sunny, 82-degree-with-low-humidity last day of freedom hunkered down in the basement watching Cartoon Network's "Pokemon" marathon. My Love scrambled to put down deposits on a beach house for next summer. I watered the greenery that is now brownery, and watched the first yellow leaves cascading down in my backyard.
Today, the Things are locked inside a school that may or may not be teaching them what they need to know for future success. My Love is back at her office, fighting the War of World Snack-Food Domination.
Me, I'm watching the suds come spraying down, wondering about autumn soccer schedules and dance classes. And I start to think that I didn't accomplish all I wanted to or should have this summer.
But I never do, and that's all right because that's what's summer's all about.
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