Ode to Summer ALA Justin Timberlake

I am filled with great excitement. 

No, I didn't finish my next novel. (My muse has been on holiday. Or something.) 

No, I didn't shed that 10 pounds of extra baby weight. (Yes, I realize my youngest is now nine-years old.) 

And I certainly didn't win any lotteries. (Apparently you need to play, to win.)

No, the big celebration is...

Summer is Returning! 

Yes, my fellow sun deprived heat seekers, we will be reaching temps of 35 degrees this weekend across Manitoba! (That's 95 for my American pals.)

So, what's the big deal?   

Last Smokin' Hot Day - July 4th

Lemme' fill you in on some fast weather facts. This summer has been a boon-dongle in terms of hot beach days. The last time our temps soared to 30 was July 4th. July 4th, peeps.  

Who knew Independence Day would be such a banner day for a bunch of chilly Canadians? 

Last July we had 15 plus 30 degree days. 15. Simply ridiculous.

To celebrate this outstanding weather, I wrote a song to thank dear Mother Nature. Please sing it loudly and proudly to the tune of Justin Timberlake's, Sexy Back.

Summer's Back 

 

Mother Nature's bringing summer back.

Yeah.

The sun’s been hiding for far too long. 

Yeah.

This cool weather just feels all wrong. 

Yeah.

It’s time for us to have a sun attack.

Yeah.

Take em' to the Beach.

Sandy kids.

Uh-huh.

You see their smiling faces, freckled too.

Uh-huh.

Making castles, underneath a sky of blue.

Uh-huh.

Oh, Mr. Sun we’ve been missing you.

Uh-huh.

Take em’ to the Beach!

Come here sun

Go ahead, enjoy it

Come to the Beach

Go ahead, enjoy it

Summer’s Here

Go ahead, enjoy it

The Water’s Warm

Go ahead, enjoy it

Lake Winnipeg

Go ahead, enjoy it

The Big Whiteshell

Go ahead, enjoy it

Lake of the Woods

Go ahead, enjoy it

Clear Lake, too

Go ahead, enjoy it

Take em’ to the Beach!

I will be dancing across Ponemah Beach singing, off-tune as I do, with carefree abandon this Saturday through Tuesday. 

Please join me if you're in the area. The cottage is always open to friends.

Too hot to handle.

Take em' to the Beach.

'Cuz the sun is high.

Take em' to the Beach.

Yeah!

 

Good-bye Summer

Another summer holiday is rushing to a close. School supplies are purchased, runners labeled, and lunch kits all shiny and new line the counter.

Are you familiar with that commercial where a mother gleefully skips through a store, shopping cart overflowing with school supplies? The one that's set to the tune of, “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.” I can relate to this joyous outburst, but honestly I would like a few more weeks with my daughters.

Listen, this doesn’t mean I think I’m The Mother Teresa of Mothers.

I am far from perfect and nowhere in my DNA is there a strand of Endless Patience. Trust me. When I lose my temper my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I channel my Scary Mommy Voice – deep, gravelly, and take-no-prisoners serious.

But we Carmichaels were just getting into a routine. A lovely balance of beach days, home days, play dates with long lost friends, lazy days, adventure days, stay-in-your-jammies- all-day days, – minimal stress and maximum enjoyment. No work and all fun.

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Hmm. Wait a second. I think we have been simulating my dreams of retirement this summer!

There is no way I can take my kids into retirement with me. They have too much life ahead of them; too many firsts that I’ve experienced and have led to my retirement dreams. Boyfriends, driving, university, jobs, apartments, marriage, and babies.

Gulp. My babies having babies – that’s going too far.

Maybe the next best step to focus on, the one that won’t give me heart palpitations, is back to school – this year.

I’ll be sending them off with less outward elation than the t.v. mom. I’ll focus more on my excitement for them as they begin another year - wishing for them happy days full of learning, friendships, and success. I’ll be ready with milk and cookies when they return home, eager to hear about the trials and tribulations of each and every day.

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Now that makes me want to sing, 
“It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!”