that was a yearly quandary when I was a kid. I would look forward to leaving behind the tests and homework and move into the 'free space' known as summer vacation. Then the what next? would hit. It varied from year to year. Some summers were full of anticipation about the two weeks I would spend with cousins in some cottage, overflowing with people, playing in the sand and water when younger, planning what to wear to the dance in the Pavillion when older. One summer is memorable for the infinite number of double solitaire games I played with Sue. She won nearly every game in the first couple of weeks but by september i had developed into a worthy opponent. then there was the summer of baby-sitting. I will show my age when I say we were paid $0.50 t0 $1.00 an hour. some inverse logic applied: I got fifty cents for refereeing for 4 high strung, unhappy, constantly quarreling children and $1.00 plus tip for sitting for two brothers who were bookworms and needed only to be reminded to stop and eat. Then college summers spent alternately between tutoring kids in migrant camps to working in the office of a shock-absorber manufacturer.
Now? summer means yard work, outdoor eating, and travel. Professionally, this summer I am still asking What next?
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