Pubic school here starts next Monday. This feels very early to me but then, I'm old. When I was in school we never started before Labor Day. Of course, we also rode dinosuars to school so I guess things change.
What doesn't seem to have changed is that end of summer vacation panic when you realize there's less than a week to do all the things with the kids - or in my case, grandkids - that you promised them back in June. This is why I'm spending today trailing behind my grandson and his friend all over our local mega-amusement park. Roller coaster heaven.
I'm not really into roller coasters. I don't see the point of standing in line for three hours for a three minute ride that will make me throw up. I mean, if I want to be scared to death, I can open a newspaper and read the latest from Washington. Or as a writer, the latest news about bookstore closings. Really, why would I want to be scared?
But wait...I read mysteries. And thrillers. Stories designed to put my hair on end and tie my stomach in knots. The scarier the better. So what does that make me? An armchair roller coaster rider?
What about you? Do you like being scared? Do you prefer screaming your head off on a fast moving ride or the delicious creepy terror of a really good book?
Guess what I'll be doing today while the boys are standing in those three hour lines waiting for a three minute scream? Yup. I'll be on a nearby bench...with a really good book.
I'm Currently Enjoying: The Bogey Man by Marja McGraw
Groaner of the Day: A man goes into a bar and orders a beer. He takes a sip of the beer and a small voice says "Nice Tie."
The man looks around and doesn't see anyone. A little puzzled he takes another sip. This time the voice says, "Nice shirt, too".
Now the man calls the bartender back and complains that everytime he takes a sip of beer he hears a small voice.
The bartender says, "Oh, never mind that. That's just the peanuts, they're complimentary."