Summer Just Faded Away

 
Oh what happened to summer?  Tonight I saw several little clients.  They had returned to school this morning.  I hadn't really thought much about the fact that September was actually creeping up on us. Yet, here it is!  All day long I wrote "9/01/10"  on my paper work and every time I wrote it I was just a little bit sad. There is always a part of me that is sad about the end of summer.  I turn into a reluctant child again.  Labor Day always reminds me of taking in the pier, putting away the boat, leaving all of my friends and returning to school. I was a free soul in the summer but Labor Day always meant that the next day was the beginning of school.  I went to a Catholic grade school.  I mean the old stereotypical school with the nuns that rapped you over the head with a ruler if an answer didn't come quick enough.  I know NOW that I have ADD.  I did not know that as a child.  Nobody knew about ADD then!  (Oh how I'd love to bring a few of those old nuns before me and educate them about it!)  I just knew that school was torture for me and going to a Catholic Grade school in the 50's was the worst thing that could happen to a kid with ADD.  Not only do I have ADD but I am also a nocturnal sort of soul.  I have NEVER been a good morning person and once school began we had to be up at the crack of dawn to not only go to school but to also begin the morning on my knees at the early morning Mass.  There are many things I do thank my Catholic education for...one I learned to read Latin and another is how to dissect a sentence.  As a Catholic school girl I had a missal (a book with the Mass writen in both Latin and English.  It also contained daily prayers.  I read along in English as the priest celebrated the Mass in Latin.  I was sooooooooooo bored that I learned how to read Latin!  When I finally hit High School and wanted to take Latin Mom made me take French...go figure!  I stunk at French!  So fall is upon us again.  I would like to say I love the change of seasons but right about now I am STILL at celebrating the fact that I don't  have to go back to school again!!!  Tomorrow I will wake up and I will be happy that I am making my own choices.  Fall will be in the air and I will start to relax into being 63 again!  Gosh I am glad I am not a kid in the 50's any more!!!  If 63 really means I am aging...I will gladly accept the fact that I am aging and tomorrow morning I will get up and go to a job that I love to do.  I will be glad that I don't have to winterize my boat just yet.  I will probably not conjugate a sentence and I will most definately stand up for any kid who gets hit with anything!  I will draw when I feel like drawing and I will definately play if I feel like playing!  My office drawers are full of Play Dough, pens, paints and papers.  I have a small treasure chest full of crayons and a larger one full of rewards.  I have a scrap book full of art from clients big and small.  Life is darn good when you are 63 in the autumn of 2010.