by mg at 09:05 PM on May 05, 2004
I just got home and I’m wet all over. Wetter than a Scandinavian model looking at Donald Trump’s bank statement.
It must be summer, because I just walked through what has to be the first official thunderstorm of the season. Sure, I’ll take sunny skies any day, but there is no weather phenomenon I love more than a thunderstorm. I love it when the heavens open up and it isn’t just rain falling from the sky so much as God trying to inform in us the knowledge of just what it is like to be that itsy-bitsy spider climbing up a water-spot.
Thunderstorms remind me of summer camp, one of the most joyful times in my life. Every time I get caught in a thunderstorm like this, I’m reminded of being outdoors, playing kickball, swimming, or whatever, and wearing my too short shorts and my ¾ length sleeve Return of the Jedi jersey. There’d be not a cloud in the sky, and then all of a sudden, sheets of water would begin to fall.
We’d run back to our bunks, soaked. I’d change into another pair of too short shorts and a ¾ length sleeve A-Team jersey and spend the rest of the day in-doors, doing whatever it is pre-pubescent boys find to do in-doors. And all the while the rain would play its rhythm on the roof of the bunk.
There have been few happier feelings in my life than that. Of course now I just come home, change clothes, and turn on American Idol, but for that brief moment on my walk home, I felt the kid again.
When I was a kid, I remember being so excited about something that I couldn't wait to go do it. Like when I got a Nintendo for the first time. It was all I could think about. I HAD to go home and play it. Nothing else mattered. That feeling doesn't happen anymore.
by MrBlank at May 6, 2004 9:13 AM
This short post was perfect. Evoked perfect memories of almost perfect times.
by Leaffin at May 6, 2004 12:36 PM
I remember two things about summer camp that weren't so ideal: 1 Driving 60 miles only to learn that we'd forgotten the required hiking boots. 2 Getting the runs when other campers spiked my food with Tetrox, a cleaning agent. The Tetrox Trots, they called this malady. Now it's irritable bowel syndrome.
by anna at May 6, 2004 6:15 PM
Oh and let me add that I love that song you culled your title from. Hell, I love Garbage's whole embittered (debut?) album. Whatever happened to those guys?
by anna at May 7, 2004 7:43 AM
Apparently people don't like it when I'm happy. Bastards.
by mg at May 7, 2004 2:38 PM
I love you anyway MG. The bitter MG is my fave but the happy frolicking MG is also pretty cute.
I've had the feeling you're describing also MG. For me it was the smell of fresh cut grass the other day. It brought back memories of baseball season, the summer break coming and all of the fun activities that that entailed. Then I took a step and my bum knee reminded me that I am one step closer to the crematorium. It was fun while it lasted though.
by Ezy at May 7, 2004 3:48 PM
Ah, that post reminds me of when I was a young'un. Those were good times. Thanks, MG. You know, life is tough right now being that I run from cave to cave and my kidney is crapping out every other day. But your blog keeps me going. Thanks man.
by Osama Bin Laden at May 7, 2004 10:42 PM
You have a gift for description. I remember rainy days at camp playing knock hockey and watching films about scary deadly man eating sharks lurking unseen below children when they swim. Nowadays when it rains I play Allman Bros and curl up with a good bottle of rum. Pink Floyd is also good for rainy days, there isnt much thats bright and sunny about their music but it sure works well on rainy days.
by Pothole at May 8, 2004 11:41 AM