Green With Envy

Coming in to work this morning, I passed some junior high school kids on their way to school. It suddenly occurred to me that this was their last week of school. I had lost track of the time. I was taken back to days of yore. Ah, that week between Memorial Day and the last day of school; was there ever anything else so sweet?

It all comes back to me; the anticipation of a long, lazy summer ahead, walking to school in the daylight and warmth after the long winter months in the dark; seeing dew on the grass; walking into a school that is no longer neat and tidy but already showing the chaos of cleaned out lockers and wastebaskets out of place.

I miss that last week, whether it be elementary school where we spent the time cleaning out and washing our desks and running relay races on the school lawn or high school where we would sign year books in each class sitting on top of the desks or cross legged on the tile floor. It was a wonderful, glorious slow paced week to transition us into an endless, languid summer.

Working 40+ hours a week, there is no 'last week' of anything. The beat goes on and on and on. Facing this morning putting a stop payment on a lost payroll check, ordering paper supplies for 4 customers and making inventory adjustments. All the time knowing I will do the same tasks again a few weeks from now.

Yes, I am envious indeed.