Summer school
The Oglet has the option to take one of her classes in the summer, making her normal school year workload a bit smaller. I’m all for it, and today was the first day.
And I let her drive.
We had lost water last night due to someone messing about with the mains, so taking a shower this AM was not an option, timewise, and the combination of that and the slightly stressful drive to school has made for an interesting morning. I could use a nap.
Spent a wad of time yesterday working in the yard in the heat, so I have more than my share of muscle aches as well.
Enjoy youth while you can.
Enjoy youth while you can.
Isn’t the saying, “Youth is wasted on the young.”
Well, I didn’t waste mine, I used it hard, and then grabbed it by the throat and made it give me every drop it had to give. And then I sold it’s bones to a potter.
Would I like some more? maybe. At this point, I’d probably use it to get in more trouble than I’m already in. but if you have it, use it, and use it all.
With today’s Nanny State, both Federal and local, it’s hard for a youngster to have the kind of fun I and my peers had when we were chaps. Hell, my parents would have been arrested for child neglect and endangerment if today’s laws were in effect back then. An example:
When I was 13, I and my two first cousins (both 13 as well) used to go coon hunting every Friday and Saturday night. We’d load the hounds into the back of a beat up old chevy truck and tear around the countryside. All night. Unsupervised. Armed. Heavily.
Can you imagine what would happen if we got caught doing that today??? Perish the thought.
When the beer ran out at family functions the adults would toss an 8 year old some money and the keys to a vehicle and said 8 year old and a bunch of other mere toddlers would drive down to the local beer joint and buy a couple of cases to bring back.
Fond memories, those.
My dad always says “too bad youth is wasted on the young.” Now as I approach 50, I am beginning to understand his folksie wisdom. He’s also stated that aging is not for the weak. Smart man. Glad he’s still around to keep sharing it.
Aging is definitely not for the weak.
I hates it.
Sent my girls to summer school in the pickup today, myself. Said a little prayer when they left, and when they returned safely. I still see them, in my mind’s eye, in their “little mermaid” jammies with pigtails.