{"id":1225,"date":"2010-07-06T23:08:51","date_gmt":"2010-07-07T03:08:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/?p=1225"},"modified":"2010-07-06T23:08:51","modified_gmt":"2010-07-07T03:08:51","slug":"journey-to-the-center-of-the-earth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/2010\/07\/06\/journey-to-the-center-of-the-earth\/","title":{"rendered":"journey to the center of the earth"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Post-vacation re-entry can be hard. Especially when it&#8217;s 100 million billion jillion degrees out. I spent the early morning trying to pull the fuzz from my head only to have to go out into the inferno for my <a href=\"http:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/2010\/07\/03\/four-eyes\/\">eye doctor appointment<\/a> in the afternoon, record-breaking temperatures be dammed! I now have a spiffy new prescription, though, so it was worth it (though I still have to get some glasses somewhere&#8230;).<\/p>\n<p>We spent the long holiday weekend up in the northlands visiting extended family, where it was almost as hot as it is here. Gus got his fill of vacation awesomeness: swimming in the pool (for literally 4 hours straight on Saturday!), smores via campfire, snuggling with grandparents, and videogames + watching <i>The Last Airbender<\/i> with his teenage cousins. (The movie kinda sucked, but that&#8217;s a post for another day.)<\/p>\n<p>This morning he trooped off to camp, sleep-deprived, of course, since staying up too late is another hallmark of vacationing. I try not to wallow in the murk of parent martyrdom, but I couldn&#8217;t help feeling kind of bummed all day. He was not very excited to go to camp. It&#8217;s a perfectly fine camp &#8212; lots of activities, swimming twice each week and the beach on Fridays. He went last year and had a good time, but this year he doesn&#8217;t really know anyone there. He&#8217;s well into the putting on a brave face in a new situation phase, but I changed schools enough as a kid to remember how yucky it can be walking into the first day in a new place.<\/p>\n<p>Mainly I felt kind of sad that we can&#8217;t give him the summer he wants, which is clearly to swim, play videogames and burn things, maybe with some reading + hanging out with friends thrown in there for good measure. I&#8217;m hyperbolizing, but I do wish there were some way to give him some more unstructured time that&#8217;s *not* just sitting around our apartment playing videogames, as well as some outdoor and swimming time. For the first time ever Gus said he wished we had a yard, though he did concede one advantage of the city: it&#8217;s relatively light on bugs (mosquitos, at least).<\/p>\n<p>Of course, noplace is perfect. Houses, yards + pools are lovely but require maintenance; living apart from others is peaceful but requires driving to get anywhere. Would that there was some sort of hybrid location *between* urban and rural. I guess this is why people move to the suburbs? Though the suburbs always strike me as the worst of both worlds: almost as much driving as rural and twice the strip malls, ugh.<\/p>\n<p>Swimming lessons start up for Gus on the weekend, and maybe that&#8217;s the key to a nice summer: oodles of time by the pool. And we have lots of pools here in the city, all bug-free.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Post-vacation re-entry can be hard. Especially when it&#8217;s 100 million billion jillion degrees out. I spent the early morning trying to pull the fuzz from my head only to have to go out into the inferno for my eye doctor appointment in the afternoon, record-breaking temperatures be dammed! 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