During the ride to the movies last week, I was telling Aubs of our summer ritual, when her Daddy Brian and Uncle Christian were little. Their first cousins, Kim and Vicki, would come spend two or three weeks with us each summer. The kids had a blast during what used to be seemingly endless gorgeous, hot, sunny and steamy days. They'd get up in the morning and put on bathing suits, in which they'd stay all day long, as they went from pool to tent to basketball or badminton. Sometimes, they'd wander into the woods to their "fort", a work in constant progress. The art drawer was always filled with supplies for quiet time, if so desired. It was grand; I do not exaggerate. On rare occasions, we would have rain. The children looked forward to those days, 'cause we'd gather up their Nan and head to the nearest mall for lunch, shopping and a movie... "Sort of like we're doing today, Aubs," said I.
We returned home last Wednesday to a surprise visitor - my niece, Vicki. Her ears must have been ringing during her long drive upstate, from Long Island...
Just sayin'.
