Forgive me for wanting to be my son---but really what guy in their 50s doesn't sometimes look longingly at being a teenager again. Sure it's not all laughs, and cell phones are super dangerous, but still.......
So the boy (who always is bitching about living in Aspen cause he wants to sail and work on the water) spent the summer in Chatham on Cape Cod. He flew planes, sailed on a race team, and coached all ages. Yes he got paid to be on the water sailing or driving a coach boat. He even got to play the hero 'saving' a young girl who capsized her boat and got her hair tangled in the rigging.
Did I mention that he lucked into housing with an 84 year old woman? While that might not sound super duper she lived on the ocean and had a power boat which he used to commute back and forth to 'work'. Yup that is right--wake up, hop in boat and drive it to the club to teach sailing, race with team, and then power boat home.
Coming home on Saturday and heading to school on Monday was a wee bit of shock. That said we don't have tornadoes here (he got caught in one on the way to work freaking all the local moms out), no sharks (and Cape Cod is super sharky) and no EEE mosquitoes (he had a race end early to avoid bites from the airborne pests. EEE is fatal 80% of the time, so while I am thrilled he had a great summer and a bit jealous, I am turning a deaf ear to the complaints about how horrible Aspen is.
Did I mention that he is going to spend the next week rafting cataract canyon as part of school. The only challenge is gonna be him getting home in time to make the Weezer concert. Yea its sooooooo hard to be a teenage boy.
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