Since I returned to Tucson, the number one question I’ve been asked is, of course, “How was your summer?” Even though my high school student is practically at first quarter midterm, summer is still very much in progress for our family, and half my brain remains in the woods at a resort that’s in full swing.
I’m still on central time, which is why I’m typing this at 4am, and responding to emails to keep up with the paperwork. So trust, it’s hard to answer the question “How was your summer?” in the past tense.
It’s the same every year during the last month of summer— when my husband and I perform a tag-team operation holding down forts in two states, which is a choice we made some 17 years ago. Yes, it’s complicated. No, it’s not easy. But I’m not complaining. We are blessed and we know it. And we’re proud of ourselves for making this work.
Sometimes I wonder, would I do it again?
Scoff. That’s a stupid question.
Meantime, when I do answer the “How was your summer?” question beyond a “it was fine, how was yours?” response, the first word that comes to mind is “destructive.”
The resort experiences a lot of wear-and-tear each summer, but this season it seemed concentrated. And I’ve got the pictures to prove it. Here’s just a few:
|Cookie sheet used over camp fire?|
|Hit by a school bus bringing in campers|
|20-somethings idea of washing the dishes|
|Ripped RAVE trampoline--destroyed|
|One week of garbage for a 2-bedroom/4-person unit|
Destructive. Need I say more?