We tried to protect them. Really we did.
We did our best to keep them from evil. Near safety.
For the longest time we made sure they led a normal life.
Had rules. Were human.
We didn’t mean for it to happen.
It crept up slowly.
Sometimes we suspect it is genetic.
I think we can’t help ourselves.
They model after us after all . They are our children
We try to set a good example most of the year.
This vacation seemed to break them.
We seemed to break them.
They stooped as low as us and raised as high
They joined our private cult
They took on our dark sides
Our
vacations selves they became. The temptation was just too
strong
We all have summer selves now
Now they:
Sleep in their clothes too
eat lunch at 3:30pm
9:30pm is considered an earlier dinner. 10pm average.
10:30pm a tad late
The day starts around 1:15 pm often
Stay up until 1pm most nights and fall into bed
Rain is seen not as a time to clean but to read and relax
and watch movies
Sequester themselves from life and wear hoodies three sizes to
small
Forget to take showers for 2 weeks
Hang out in Jacuzzis a whole awful lot
Don’t speak on the phone unless absolutely necessary
Don’t want to think of any type of reality. Plainly
ignore as much as possible
Putting on a lifejacket is considered exercise
Blast music very,very loudly
Wrap hundreds of blankets on them at night sitting out on
the porch
Light candles with the pleasure of a pyromaniacs
Sleep on the sleeping dock with their friends (aka “sleepless
nights dock”)
Spread Nutella thickly on bread in the morning
Drive boats in the rain to do an errand as we don’t do
cars up here
They are hedonists. Just like their parents. They have become us
And then they go back to normal life when it is said and
done until the next vacation..the next weekend…the next pleasure.
They are our cottage children to the core.
We have guilt-but deep down we are deeply proud.
Monsters of country pleasures.
Ahhh….
