A Few Golden Hours
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Been a lot going on, yard work and family gatherings and lists all over the place — one for dorm supplies, one for new clothes, and toiletries, school supplies and forms to fill out. Check. Check. Check. Two weeks or so now and all three will be gone, and until then, the days are rich and fill. Funny how you seek out quality time as the days grow few, but true quality time can’t be slapped on the calendar; it comes of its own accord, unplanned, like a purple cloud sunset or a wild horse galloping by. You do the work you need to do, and if there should be confetti, let it fall.
It was time, though, on Monday, to stop everything and have some fun. Had to happen. Everyone has been working and registering and doing chores and meeting deadlines, and when we realized on Sunday that we all had Monday evening free, there was really only one option: rollercoasters.
Now, Mr. S and I have been die hard rollercoaster people from the start, and it was clear early on that the kids have the gene, so it’s been a thing for us through the years, to just up and head to an amusement park for a day, or an evening, and that’s what we did on Monday. Got there just past 4:00, and we didn’t slow down for a good five hours.
The sun set slowly and the lines were short, and we hit every rollercoaster in the place. For a while, the world disappeared as we flew over wooden tracks and steel tracks and crowds of people below and up into the sky. There were breaks here and there, with roasted turkey legs and funnel cakes and deep fried cheese curds that made my toes curl. It was hot and we drank a lot of water, and after a few hours we slowed down a bit. The kids, bless their hearts, indulged me with my favorite rides (the rollercoasters are wonderful, but — truth be told, at the end of the day, it’s the Tilt-a-whirl, and the swings, and, best of all, the carousel.
We each chose a horse, and as we circled around and went up and down, Mr. S was laughing and quite taken with the old organ playing an old song whose name I cannot recall. The kids held on to the brass poles and looked up at the lights and out at the people flying by, and at each other. “Are these horses made of wood?” Mr. S asked, and I nodded. I think so, I said, and on we rode
into an imaginary place, there for as long as the music played. The children we were once smiled big as we rode, and then it was over, and, worn and happy, we drove home, and turned in soon after we arrived, and on Tuesday all of routine began again, and Life felt Good.
Gotta stop what you’re doing and have a bit of fun. Summer’s end is not long off, and there’s a swing set nearby, and a beach not far away, and a rope that swings out over a river somewhere, and the child you once were calling to you: “Let’s play today, just for a while, a few golden hours, please?” Say yes. Get out there and see what sandcastle you might build, how fast you can go, how high you can climb. It’s possible, with your bare feet, to touch the clouds. I know. I’ve done it. And I’ll do it again.
Here’s something new, and refreshing, and as good for you as a sweet thing can be.
4 Ingredient Ice Cream
2 bananas, cut into 1-inch slices (frozen)
½ cup frozen strawberries, sliced (any frozen fruit will do)
2 T Almond Milk
½ tsp vanilla
Place banana slices on a plate, separating each slice, and place in freezer for 2 hours or overnight. Remove strawberries and bananas from freezer and place in food processor, and blend until it’s all the consistency of soft serve ice cream. Add almond milk (more or less for desired texture) and vanilla, and blend until smooth. Transfer ice cream to a freezer container and freeze until solid, though you don’t have to wait fruit is frozen if you’re a soft serve ice cream fan. Scoop and serve.