Oh, it was back in the day. Way, way back in the day... a lot of water's gone under the bridge since then - the Prince Green bridge, or its predecessor, which I hit in my big old land barge Catalina - and I am reliving it tonight on Facebook. I heard this song the other day and I would've posted on Tim Horn's wall how this reminded me of going to Ridgecrest, but I had posted a link to "PYT" on Tim's wall the day before and God knows I don't need anybody thinking I'm fooling around with somebody because I posted songs from 1984 on their Facebook wall.
I normally don't like to think about 1984 much, and especially not this time of the year and now, my baby is starting HIS senior year and I know exactly how many years it's been (do the math! there's a teacher answer for you). But for some reason, this year has mellowed my memory of 1984 and I can deal with the ugly memories... most of them anyway. The ones I don't like to remember are the ugly ones caused by me. The other not-so-pretty memories, well, they are what they are and at least I still have them.
Summer's about over for me. We had open house at school tonight. Down here in the extremely hot South we send our kids back to school in the heat of August so we can spend a ton of money on air conditioning (and believe you me, we need our air conditioning in our schools without windows). It gets earlier and earlier too, although I will say that the August 7 start date is a few days later than the August 4 start date we had my first year in our neighboring county to the east-northeast. Usually, we get out in mid- to late- May and that makes coming in from bus duty soaked with sweat a little more worthwhile.
Every year I say I'm going to be a little tougher than I was the year before, and every year I end up being a pushover. I don't want to be meaner than I ought to be, but I don't want to be a pushover, either. I'm praying and honestly, at the moment, I feel like I'll be all right. I know I can make it. I know I can handle it.
I do know that one thing I need to do, in order to make it, is to go to bed and get some well-deserved rest.